New Beginning, Bound And Chained 2
By: V. L. Marquette
Lightly edited by: Ravyn
(Authors Note) This is a work of fiction, nothing more. Any resemblance
to anyone, alive or dead is purely coincidental. But, honestly folks, this
takes place on another planet. So this little warning is kind of silly don't ya
think?
*****WARNING***** (NO ONE, AND I DO MEAN NO ONE.) Under the age of 18,
or who lives in an area that this sort of material is illegal, should not read
any farther.
CHAPTER 10
Kerfan and Shern had to restrain Tam as the priestesses came for Averix
the following morning. It had not been a good night for the young man. Kerfan
had finally had to lock him in his room with his son. Who was still terrified
of anyone who looked like his rapist had, and even though both Kerfan and Tam
had kept telling the boy, over and over that Shern was nothing like the thing
that had hurt him, the boy was so very young.
Finally Tam stopped struggling and dropped to the floor at Kerfan's
feet. "Please, Master, have pity. He's just a baby, please, let me seek the
Mother's help for him."
Kerfan almost growled at him. "Tam, since when has any man in your
mistress's house had to beg for help from the Temple? There are three out
there, go on, see if one of them can stay behind long enough to see to your
boy."
Tam kissed his hand. "Thank you, Master."
Shern stood by his side. "Do you think that there is anything that they
can do for him, Master?"
"You saw what my daughter did last night. She is only a journeyman
Healer. Those are sworn Speakers of the Mother, and fully trained Healer's.
There is very little that they can't do. So yes, love, I have every confidence
that they can help the boy." He watched on as Tam sought the help for his new
son that the child so desperately needed.
* * *
Steffon lay in bed curled up close between Jerrick and Drav. It had
been so long since the last time he had seen the morning light. And to think
that now, the only time he saw darkness was when he closed his eyes. And only
at night was it, complete, blackness. It was such a wonderful gift. When his
parents had seen to it that he was snuck into the men that were coming here, he
never dreamed that this would be his fate. He had not only a mistress, but two
other consorts as well, and his sight had been returned to him. No, this was
not at all what he had believed would happen to him back when he first came to
live here.
Silent tears streamed down his face as he lay there, listening to the
silence, broken only by Trinna breathing, Jerrick's soft snores and Drav's
mutters as he talked quietly in his sleep. Over the last moon, he had grown
accustomed to hearing his Lover talk in a language that he couldn't understand
when he slept.
Drav sat up abruptly in bed. "'Navia'." He cried out in horror.
"'Novum'." His voice was pain personified.
The silence in the room was shattered as not only Steffon but Trinna and
Jerrick came awake at the pain, in, their third consorts voice. "Drav?"
Steffon grabbed him, shaking him gently. "Wake up baby. It's just a bad
dream."
For a moment Drav didn't recognize him, but as the horrors of the past
faded, he relaxed. "I," he threw his arms around Steffon. "It won't let me go
Master. No matter how many cycles pass, the past won't let me go."
Steffon lifted his chin, wiping the tears from his face. "You are going
to have to make it go away baby. You can't let that thing win." He looked up
at Trinna, as he stroked Drav's hair. "What can I do, Mistress?"
Trinna had finally, after her men had made it home, been able to sleep.
But the pain that was still so sharp and raw in the room drove all thoughts of
sleep from her. "Drav," and even softer. "'Meena,'" she would not take him
from Steffon, but she would see if she could ease his heart. "Tell me, dearest.
How can I help you? Name it and if it is within my power. I will see it done."
Drav shook his head. "Forgive me, Domma. My past haunts me."
Jerrick looked at him, then to Trinna. "Trin, Lady, can I ask him a
couple of questions? He has spoke to me and Steff to some degree, about some of
the uglier things in his past. There is nothing in it that Steff or I have hid
from you, but maybe, he would find talking to me a little easier about this than
you." He smiled softly at her. "It's a guy thing, you know."
Trinna nodded. "Please, love, I'm not my sister. You know I have never
gone out of my way to demand that everything the three of you discuss be
reported to me. I am pleased that you have so far, but I don't demand it." She
touched his cheek. "Matter of fact, there are some things, I would rather you
never tell me. My papa came by while the three of you were bathing, after he
and Shern had locked Tam in the room with his son. He told me nothing, but
warned me that things happened last night that he had forbid you to speak of.
That is enough for me. I do not know what happened. But if it were bad enough
to have my father putting you behind him if I were like Kaj, and got upset that
you could not tell me, that tells me all I need to know, and I don't wish to
know any more."
"Thank you, Trin." He looked to where Steffon still held Drav
protectively. "Honey, I have a couple of questions for you. Do you think you
are up to answering them?"
Drav nodded. "Yes, Master."
"What were the words you were crying out in your sleep? I mean, I am
not anything like our lady, but I would have to be dead not to have felt the
pain and fear. I am going to assume that they were people, so who were they,
and what happened to them?" Drav broke down into tears again. "Ssshh, take
your time Drav. Our lady is here your master is here, and surely you know by
now that if Steff can't protect you, I will."
Drav struggled to compose himself. "I was six again, Master. I was
trying to stop them from throwing my 'Navia' from being thrown to those things."
He shuddered. "I keep having this dream, her and my 'Novum', but the past is
the past. There is nothing I can do." He turns and presses his face against
Steffon's chest. "I was six, I watched them both die, and there was nothing I
could do. I always believed that if I ever could avenge their death on that
thing, the nightmares would end. But the are still with me. I was forced to
watch them die, and I failed to save them."
"They were your parents weren't they honey?" Jerrick suddenly had a
feeling that if that thing lived through what the Temple was going to do to him,
insane or no. He was going to have to end up getting the hell beat out of him,
because he was going to insist that Drav be allowed to kill him.
Drav nodded. "I tried Master, I swear it, but they only beat me when I
tried to protect my 'Navia', and by the time they killed my 'Novum' and 'Da
Novum' I had been branded and was unable to do anything to stop anything."
Trinna made a soft noise as she reached past Jerrick to lay a hand on
Drav's cheek. "'Navia', that is your word for mother isn't it?" He nodded.
"And they killed his father and grandfather after they branded him."
Jerrick didn't need to know what the other two words meant. He knew already.
"I have already cursed that thing. There is no greater curse than what
I lay on his soul. I wish there were, for if I could see to it that his soul
was completely destroyed. I would." She was trembling with rage.
"Ssshh, it's okay love, I think you did great last night. Your power
held him from insanity for much longer than I thought it would. The rest in the
Men's Quarters were just as impressed with what you did as I was. And Cay told
me what mistress Kaj had planned for the flower of his that Drav cut from him
last night, and I have to say, that is a good touch. He might be your slave
now, but he was and still is the true prince of those people. So to him should
that trophy go."
Steffon paid them no mind. His attention was souly on his Lover. "Is
there anything I can do for you? I don't have much pull here, but if I can get
it. How can I help you?"
Drav tightened his arms around Steffon. "Hold me." He sobbed softly.
"Help me to forget, even if it is only for a little while."
"I will baby. I have a whole lot better things for you to think about."
He held Drav as he looked up at Jerrick who was pulling Trinna close, so that he
and his master could see to the two, even as they reached for each other.
"You're growing up too damn fast, baby." Jerrick brushed his lips
against Steffon's as they began to see to their mistress, and Steffon's Lover.
Steffon moaned as Trinna reached past Drav to lock her mouth and teeth
at his throat. "I'm sorry Master, forgive me."
Jerrick slowly lay Trinna back as she continued to grace Drav with her
attention, before moving to press Steffon forward again his consort and Lover.
"Forgive you, hell baby. I can now stop worrying about taking care of yours as
well as you." He bit at his ear as he pressed his body against him. "My master
is right. Boys do grow up."
Steffon pressed back against the pressure of Jerrick's chest. "I
started to grow up, the day you were willing to be made to bleed to protect me."
He reached his right hand back, running his hand over his head and his fingers
through his hair. His left hand still stroked Drav's chest and abdomen, fingers
occasionally brushing lightly, the smooth hairless area over his shaft. "And I
fell in love with you the first time you made love to me. I now understand what
Caytin had meant in his asking your help." He cried out softly as he felt firm
fingers cup his balls. "Please, Master, make me beg."
Jerrick growled deep in his chest. His arms tightening to an almost
crushing force. "Beg. Baby, I'm going to make you plead."
His entire erection was slick from the seepage of his arousal. Reaching
down first rubs it over himself to see that there was, no, pain. Then reaching
down, he parted his Lover's ass cheeks, teasing Steffon's bud. Over the last
moon, his mistress and he had worked out a formula. One that always saw to it
the not only was she satisfied but he, Steff and Drav were too. Trinna would
choose one of them for her pleasure, and which ever was his Lover was always
right behind him, and that would leave his consort and Lover to make lover to
him.
He had made the mistake, only once, of voicing a worry to Trinna that
their combined weight might hurt her. The feel of having her laugh in his face
saw to it that he never did that, ever, again.
Steffon was holding his breath as he felt Jerrick slowly enters him.
The feeling of complete fullness anytime his Lover did this was exquisite.
Jerrick never failed to hit his prostate with each slow and easy thrust.
Teasing him, taunting him with the promise of more, but holding back just a bit
that would inevitably render him half-mad.
He was torn between the wonderful feelings that Jerrick was calling up
on him with each thrust and the warmth that encircled him as he pressed himself
forward, blindly repeating Jerrick's actions on himself and Drav. Knowing that
it was Trinna that his boy would have to beg. But that was okay, he knew no
matter how much he begged, she would not let him find release before her.
Trinna smiled up into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. "Care
to hide in my love for now, 'Meena'?" She positioned his body over her, parting
her legs even more. "Ssshh, 'Meena'." She carefully helped to position his
body in such a fashion that when Steffon thrust down again, he would enter her.
It didn't matter how many times, his mistress chose to bestow her
attention on him, it always humbled him. To think that anyone so pure and
beautiful would ever bother to give the likes of him any of her time. Every
time she chose to do this, he was so tempted to ask her if she was certain that
she wasn't making a mistake. True, if had not been his people who had done all
the wrongs that had been done to so many. But it had still been his race. He
was still so worried that one-day, his mistress would wake up and decide that
she had made a horrid mistake in welcoming him into her life, and throw him out.
Trinna growled grabbing his head in between her hands.
"Dravenastinson," She spat his full name at him. "Stop it. You are my Consort,
my love, and my man. That is my collar and cuff you wear, and only death will
free you." Her lips were brutal as she kissed him. "You are mine, now and
forever, do you understand me? 'MINE'!"
Drav had never seen his lady like this, not even when she was ill with
him for something. He so wanted to pull away and throw himself on the floor at
her feet, but she held him where he was, and his Lover's presence assured that
he was going no where.
His hands lifted above his head, trying to protect it. "Mercy." He was
truly terrified. He had seen what his lady could do. But oddly enough, even in
his terror, he had not lost the hardness of his manhood, if anything, he was
even closer to surrendering.
She reached up with her left hand, tangling it in his hair to pull his
head up to meet his eyes again, as her right lowered to squeeze his balls, not
enough to hurt, but enough so that he knew she was serious. "Who do you belong
to?" Her voice was flat, without emotion.
He sobbed, pressing even farther against her. "You, Domma. I belong to
you. Now and forever, my life is yours."
Her vaginal muscles tightened around his cock that was still inside her.
Her channels opening like she had never had to open before. This was her
consort. She would not let his soul continue to bleed as it was. "Again,
slave, who do you belong to, first and foremost?"
"You Domma, I belong to you." He didn't understand what she was aiming
for. "Please Domma, mercy."
But still she would not ease up on him. "Yes slave, you belong to me.
And I won't share you with ghosts. You are mine. You are Steffon's. But you
no longer belong to your past. Your past is just that, your, past. Never again
will it ever be able to touch you. I won't let it." Her arms tightened around
him as her mouth opened against his lips, "Let me love you 'Meena'. You've
hurt enough for five lifetimes. Just let me love you."
Jerrick watched on as Drav trapped between his lady and Steffon gave in
and just seemed to melt. "You were right, baby." His hands roamed Steffon's
body as his hips began to gain strength in his thrusts. "He is good for her.
Neither you nor I were hurt like he was. Now she is truly showing her true
strength as a Healer."
Steffon was so drawn out that he couldn't think anymore. "Please,
Master, let me." He had watched his mistress with his Lover. He had teased him
to the point of mindlessness. All he wanted now was to be allowed release.
"Please, Master, I'm begging."
Jerrick just chuckled. "Not yet baby, but soon, very soon." His
fingers gripped his Lover's hips as he began to pound into him hard. "I love
you baby, don't ever forget that. I love you."
It seemed like hours later, but Jerrick knew that it hadn't been more
than one, if that long. He lay with Steffon curled up close, listening to
Trinna softly sooth the last of Drav's worries. This time she was not anything
like she had been earlier. This time she was soft, gentle and reassuring. But
then again, this time she was not in the middle of trying to reach him so that
he could finally at long last, let go. And he had. He had been with him many
times, and this was the first time he had ever seen the boy this free. Always
before, there had been a certain amount of reservation. But not this time.
There for a moment or two, he had been concerned that he was going to have to
restrain him, to keep his new found open state from getting him hurt. 'For some
reason, I have this strange feeling that Steff and I are going to be spending a
lot of our time together for a while'. He didn't feel any threat at the though
of sharing his lady with what was for all intents and purposes 'his' husband.
If anything, if felt right. He shook his head chuckling softly. 'Damn, but I
do think I'm going native here'.
Steffon stirred in his arms. "What are you laughing about, Master?"
"Just thinking to myself, baby. You do, realize, this time five moons
ago, I was single. Now I have not only one wife oh I know she is my mistress.
But you understand what I mean, but two other husbands? Me, I never thought
anything of those who were like Mer and Fain, but just never had any interest in
their life choices. But now, I have Caytin, and I have you, and I can't find
the words to tell you how much I love you both. And then there is Drav, who I
love almost as much as I love the two of you. It's been a very eye opening time
for me, my time here. I have learned more about myself in the last five moons
that in the last thirty-four cycles."
Steffon smiled. "I guess I was luckier than most. My blindness saved
me from seeing a lot of the ugliness that went on around me. But when you and
our lady took me in, it was like a dream come true that I had never dared ask
for. Then yesterday, when the Mother in the Temple gave me back my sight, and I
could finally see her and you. I honestly thought that I was dreaming again. I
never thought anyone could look anything like her. I don't know what I did to
earn her notice, but whatever it was, I would do it again. Even if it meant
going back and living through the years of darkness again, she is perfect. And
yes so maybe it's because I love you that make's you seem so wonderful. But in
my heart, you are the very essence of what a man should look like."
Jerrick almost choked to keep from laughing. "Well, thank you baby.
But as I don't think we are going to get any more sleep, let's see if we can
talk our lady and Drav into moving."
* * *
Caytin sighed. Sitting by the young woman that had been placed in his
care. He was beginning to believe that he was going to have to use almost force
on her to get her to the point of calming down. But if he did that, in her
present condition, not only would it probably upset her even more, but throw her
into labor. "Lauren, listen to me child. Did anyone hurt you last night?"
She looked down shaking her head. "No, Master.
"Has anyone in anyway, made you feel threatened?"
She fought to keep from crying again. She knew how much it upset him.
"No, Master." But it was so hard. "I'm sorry, Master. I'm trying to be good,
please don't hurt me."
Caytin looked at her in shock. "Hurt you? Why in the name of the
Mother would I hurt you? Do I like the fact that you are afraid of me? Of
course not, but little one, tell me. How hurting you could possibly make you
fear me less?"
She looked up at him, for just a moment before lower her eye's again.
"Master, is my new mistress going to let my husband find me again?"
'Okay, so now we are back to where we were yesterday before I was called
away'. He didn't have to ask if she was afraid of this man her fear was written
clearly on her face. "It won't matter if he finds out that you are here or not,
little one. Yes for now, you are a slave, but that is only so that you have a
chance to learn your world. He is a slave, and a slave is what he will remain
for the rest of his life. He will never be able to touch you."
She looked up at him, Amber eyes brimming with new tears. "But my
mistress, what if I make her mad?"
"Then it is to me that she will turn your over to be punished to. And I
will never let that beast touch you. No matter what it is you do. I would
rather have to whip you than think of that man touching you."
"And you won't let anyone hurt my baby?" The very thought that if the
child she carried were indeed the product of her rape. That no one would do as
Kern had threatened and see, it killed. It was almost unbelievable.
Caytin scoffed. "Hurt a baby? Good Goddess girl, where did you get
such a terrible idea, that we would or even could harm an innocent child?" Then
he cupped her chin. "True, it has been more cycles than I can recall without
looking into our history. But as the head consort of your mistresses' house, it
is my duty and honor to stand as the child's father. There is no child in our
city that does not know his or her father. And as the head of your house, I
will not let your child be the first."
"But what if it is Kern's, I was a virgin on my wedding night, so he
knows that it might very well be."
Caytin shook his head. "No, precious, he lost all right to any child
you bear when he not only beat you, but was ready to kill a child all because he
was not the father. No matter if you give birth to a baby that is only half
Mercian, or full blooded, he or she is going to call me papa. And if I need to,
I will go and seek this man out and explain to him what his foolishness cost
him." He leaned forward kissing her lips gently. "Does that make you feel
better?"
She touched her lips. "You mean this, really?"
He leaned back from her laughing. "Lauren, I have fathered countless
children in my house, pray tell, what is one more?"
"Will my mistress be gentle with her? If I have to give her up, to see
her saved, will she make sure that my baby is taken care of." Her voice dropped
to the softest of whispers. "Do you think she will let me see her from time to
time?"
Caytin gently pulled her close, shushing her as she froze against him.
"No one is going to take your child from you Lauren. I will stand with you as
her father. But she will know you are her mother." Again his kissed her
lightly. "It's only two cycles dear. She will never remember a time when you
were not one of the women of this city. And she will be born free." This time
when he kissed her, he carefully lifted her into his arms, to rest her body in
his lap. His tongue encouraging her mouth to open to receive it. "Am I
frightening you little one?"
She lifted her head, a flash of something in her eyes that had not been
there for so long. Just a glimmer of hope, but it was there all the same. "You
won't hurt me?"
He touched her cheek as his lips captured hers again. "No, Lauren,
never like this."
She was so tired of being afraid. Of not having anyone to look to for
support, Kern was her husband, and yet even when he wasn't beating her, he never
treated her like this. Her thin arms timidly rose to wrap themselves around
Caytin's neck as she gave into his kisses.
He pulled back slowly smiling at her. "Shall I take you to your room?
I am unable to welcome you fully into your new home due to your condition, but I
would like to start." He gently lifted her into his arms, nodding to Kerfan as
the man entered the room. "Lauren, might I introduce master Kerfan. He is the
only FreeMan in your mistresses' house." He made shushing noises at her as she
looked at Kerfan with a spark of fear. "Little one, he is a man. Unlike those
in your world, the men here do not mistreat or abuse women, most assuredly not
one as far along as you are."
"She giving you a headache Cay?" Kerfan was very glad that it was
Caytin and not he that were left to take care of things.
Caytin smiled down into her face. "No, not at all, just a needed to
reach an understanding. But I think we are going to do just fine now, how about
you little one?"
She never had the time to answer that question, for even as she opened
her mouth a knifing pain cut through her abdomen. She cried out, as her hands
went to her swollen belly.
"I do think, that I know of someone who is ready to come into the world.
Get her to a bed Cay, I'll get my daughter." Kerfan smiled at the girl as he
turned to leave.
"Well, well Lauren it would seem that we are going to see our child very
soon." Caytin had meant to move carefully with her in her condition, but now,
it was absolutely imperative that he did. She had gone into labor and with as
weak as she was, the slightest thing could endanger both her and her child.
He had not quite made it to the room when her water broke. Soaking her,
him and the floor. She began to stammer apologies. "Hush child. You are not
the first one to so bathe me. It would seem our baby is eager to join us. Once
the Healer is here, I will change into better clothes to greet my new son or
daughter. But for now don't be afraid. I won't leave you alone." He smiled at
her with the assurance of time on his side. He had stood with each woman in his
house as she gave birth to his child. And would with all certainty continue to
do so for the remainder of his life. Though this was the first time he had
stood in as the father with the mother so frightened and weak as Lauren was.
"Do you think my baby will be okay, Master?"
He lay her on the bed, his hand stroking her face gently. "Ssshh, little one,
for now, just call me Caytin, or Cay as the others do. And I have every
confidence that the babe is going to be just fine." He sat by her, stroking her
cheek, actively projecting as much calm as he could. "So, little one, any
thoughts for a name?"
She shook her head. "I didn't dare hope that far into the future,
Master."
"Well, it looks like we are going to have to start looking into it very
soon my dear. And please, don't call me master now. You are in the in the
process of bringing a new life into the world. One I am going to help you
parent. I don't want the first words that he or she hears to be their mother
calling me master."
"Thank you." She closed her eyes as the next contraction rolled over
her body.
"Take deep breaths." He took her hand, squeezing it lightly. "Second
contraction, they are roughly about three minutes apart. I have to say Lauren,
it does look like your," he stopped, smiling even deeper. "Our baby is in
something of a hurry to get here."
A, soft, knock on the door as Trinna slipped in. "It would seem that
this is going to be a good day for this house." She smiled first at Caytin then
at Lauren. "It is always a good day when a child is born." She noticed the wet
clothing, chuckling at Caytin. "Took a bath, again, I take it. Why is it that
you seem to be the one that the water breaks on the most often?"
"Just lucky I guess. Well now that you are here, I will slip out and
make myself more presentable to meet my new child." He patted Lauren on the
cheek before slipping out.
"Here let me help you get out of these wet things. You do know you are
making his day don't you? He simply loves children. I think that he isn't
happy unless he has a brood that he is in charge of at all times." She slowly
helped Lauren pull the wet clothing from her. "So, how many contractions have
you had so far?"
"Two Mistress."
"Call me Trinna, Lauren. You are giving birth, this is no place for
titles." She gently parted her legs, carefully inserting a single finger into
her. "Two, not bad. Well, I'm here now, so the pain is over. Let's see to
delivering your baby, shall we?" She rubbed Lauren's swollen belly. "I will
wait for Cay to come back before delivering her. It shouldn't be more than a
couple more minutes."
"Her, are your sure? I have always believed that my baby was a girl,
but couldn't be sure."
"Oh yes, she is without a doubt a her."
Lauren burst into a fresh bout of tears. "Here now, what is this? I
had thought now that you live here, knowing your first was a girl would please
you. But all it has done is make you cry."
She struggled to control herself. "I'm sorry, but," she threw her arms
around Trinna, sobbing. "Kern kept promising me that even though he shouldn't
have blamed me for what happened, if she was the result of one of those who had
raped me, he would see her dead. And now, here, it's so different."
"And who is this 'Kern'?" Trinna was not in the mood for more grief.
Already today she had faced enough.
"My husband."
She was stunned. "Why would your 'husband' kill your child?"
"Because he is a fool." Caytin moved towards the bed. He had changed
into the fanciest of his clothes. He wanted Lauren to understand that he was
honored and proud to stand with her. "Just so you know Healer, your consort's
are out there and waiting. But I think Jerrick is going to want to slip out for
a little while, and go to stand in my stead as my Lover and deal with this
fool." He reached out and took Lauren's hand. "So how is she?"
"That is a very loaded question Cay. Physically, she is weak, but I
don't see any problem with her delivering her daughter. Mentally, stressed, and
emotionally well you have eyes and a heart. Now before I let my man go and do
what ever it is that should be done to this so called fool, would one of you
kindly fill me in on what has happened."
Lauren pressed her face into Caytin's hand. She didn't want to talk
about it again. "Ssshh, little one, it's okay." He looked up at Trinna. "I
will be brief Healer. Her father sold her to her husband under a lie that she
was less than what they would consider a proper maid. Upon finding out that he
had been lied to, this fool went to demand the truth from her father. While he
was away, three of the Taberon broke into her home and raped her. Her husband
called for immediate 'Man's Justice' on all three and killed them. But when it
became obvious that Lauren was pregnant, he beat her. Promising that if the
child was one of her rapist's he would kill it."
Trinna was more than just shocked. She was outraged. "What? Didn't
this fool stop to think he had been with her first, it might very well be his
child."
Lauren looked from Caytin to Trinna. "That way why he didn't beat me
anymore." She instinctively defended the man. "He knew I was a good girl, had
seen the blood on the sheets the first night, so he knew that there was no one
that had been before him. He admitted that it could very well be his child, and
if it was, then he couldn't risk hurting me anymore. Even said that if it
wasn't, he would just take care of it, and that I wouldn't have to worry about
it anymore. He promised me he wasn't going to beat me anymore, ever again."
This did not in any way excuse the man's actions in either Trinna or
Caytin's mind. "And did he?" Caytin's voice was soft. "Be honest, little one.
Did he hit you again after that promise?"
She looked at anything but him. "Not as hard. Life wasn't easy for us.
He tried to stay away from me as much as he could. Every time he looked at me,
all he could think about is that my baby might not be his. Those who lived
around us had known what had happened, and the chances that the baby that was
growing in my belly wasn't his. He was mocked a lot by the men that used to be
his friends. The women would have nothing to do with me. That is why after
Kern had to leave to come here, and the ladies in blue came, I had to leave. I
knew that if my baby wasn't his, that she would be killed."
There wasn't time for this. "It's over now. Let's concentrate on
seeing to bringing your baby into the world to join us, shall we?"
