Luke wrestled the small baby in his arms whose tiny fingered reached upward and outward grasping for her papa’s hair. “She’s looking for something to eat again” he chuckled, glancing towards Kiena who gave him a childlike pout by way of a response.
Kiena had not really bonded with the baby, she dealt with her when she had too. She fed and changed her without complaint, but she never really held her for holdings sake. Still it did not matter Luke supposed, Megs got plenty of attention from him. There was plenty of time for her mama to come around, realising what a joy motherhood could be. Continue reading
Luke woke with a start, something was missing. The baby? Where was the baby? Panicing he struggled into a sitting position, looking around the chair and floor frightened that the little bundled had simply rolled off his chest and onto the floor. Continue reading
Luke stared in awe down at the little bundle, wrapped up in a shirt the tiny infant stared at him with as much interest as he showed her.
He had done it, mother and baby where fine. While it had not perhaps been the cleanest of birthings he’d done it and in that instant he could not have swelled with any more pride if he’d been the baby’s father himself.
“She is amazing!” he gasped awe struck. “Kiena are you sure you don’t want to see her?”
“Put it outside” was the only response. Continue reading
Kiena had gotten increasingly more tense and emotional as the weeks rolled on. Luke didn’t know much about pregnancy or pregnant women but she seemed to have reached the stage where each day she seemed bigger than the day before.
She was struggling that much was clear, she was struggling with the emotional turmoil within her and though she refused to complain simple task’s where becoming difficult. He often lay at awake at night listening to her toss and turn as she battled with the bulge trying to find a position in which to sleep.
Still she didn’t let it slow her down, no matter how difficult she was finding it she did not complain, still determined as much as she could ignore it. Continue reading
The months had passed peacefully for Luke his wound was now nothing more than an angry red scar but his memory’s where no closer to returning.
Life with Kienna was comfortable, he kept threatening to leave to go out into the world to try and find out who he was but somehow she always found reason for him to stay. Continue reading
Luke watched as Kiena dashed though the door into the little cabin. White as a sheet she looked as though the devil himself chased her. Dropping the bow and the rabbit she’d caught for dinner as she went.
“Are you alright?” he asked, hauling himself out of the chair as quickly as his injured body would allow watching as she locked the many bolted door. He had never noticed how many locks it possessed before. Continue reading
“Yer shouldn’t be out of bed” the young woman smiled, seeing him out of bed. It had been a struggle and he felt as though he may have split a couple of stitches but he was glad that he’d tried. He was beginning to wonder if he had any use of his body left at all.
“Aye” he smiled weakly, taking a moment to prop himself up on the doorframe while the world took a little spin. Continue reading