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We are sitting and talking; I am lying in the bed, and it came to the birth of the child. I held him after he came out; I looked at Nik who's sitting behind me, and I smile at his face. We quietly look at each other; Nik was looking at me. I have the baby on my chest; the baby was skin to skin with me. I am silent as I lean back on the bedding. I have my legs open still; the baby's cord hasn’t been cut yet. I have in a loose shift dress on; I held the boy on my chest as I lean back.
The bedding was covered in plastic covered in a couple black sheet with a white sheet over it; I am panting as I looked down at my son. The afterbirth came; it's quiet as the men came into the room. I had told them to leave me; I didn't want them in the room while I was in labor. The men were fine with waiting outside, and I look at Nik who came over to me. He took a rag with cool water kneeling; he's kneeling next to me as he looked at me with love and happiness on his face.
Nik wipes the rang across my face; he's looking down at me. He gently cleans me up; I cut the cord the men dug a hole and put a tree over it. The tree was planted in honor of the birth of our son; then I moved the baby. I place our son to feed; I watched him as I stroke his hair. Nik cleans me up; he looks at our son smiling. I was wary of what life would be like in the future. He kissed my head; he also kisses our sons head. I am cleaned up by Nik who helps me to settle into the couch; the men took care of me. We smile our son aged a bit faster; I smile at the men. We've 6 children in the span of about 4 years; each of the pregnancies is faster.
The pregnancies were only about 5-6 months. I smile at our kids happily. We have a lovely life with our children, and a lovely home filled with love. That's a good environment for our children; that's all about to change. I felt somethings coming; it was subtle a change that the men didn't notice. I felt tense and wasn't sure what it was that was making me tense. I cared for the children consistently. I wasn't sure what was going to happen or what was coming. The children were in the garden playing with me; I chase them, and we're laughing running. I stop the kids all ran into me. I sense the eyes on us; I stand there turning around quickly.
I look for the source of the unease I felt; I stand there scanning the trees. I quickly turned chasing the kids back into the house; I am worried that something wasn't right; I was sitting as I look at the men. We're sitting together later; it is 1010 A.D. I looked at Gaius as he sat with me; Nik was rubbing my feet. I am going out tomorrow, and in the morning after eating I leave the house. I went to the village; I am trading herbs for things I need. I looked at the people that nod at me.
We're talking and I consider all of the people in the village good judges of character. I am walking back as I stopped walking, and I slowly turn and looked around; I was concerned as I look around me. I look into the trees before I sped up; I unpacked when I got home from the marker, and I hugged by the children. I smile at the children as I was getting them bathed and ready for bed. I am lying on the bed with the children asleep in their room; I have another nightmare that night.
I woke up with a gasp confused, and I am worried about the dream. I sat there looking at the men as they are all asleep; I was sitting in my chair with a notebook, and I was writing as I think about the nightmare. I doodle and sketch as I sat by the fire; the kids are asleep, so I was free to doodle and draw. I am sitting as I am tapping my pencil thinking as I look at the drawing. I shook my head annoyed at the fact that I'd been subconsciously drawing Nik naked. I go back to writing.
I look at the I can't seem to reclaim the nightmare I had; I look at the men sleeping on the bed. I look back down writing; I'd write about the frustration of the nightmare plaguing me, and the fact I can't remember it what the nightmare was about for me. I remember feelings and some flashes, but I couldn't remember the whole nightmare that woke me up. The men were asleep on the massive bed; I am sitting on the floor cross legged with the notebook on my lap. I sigh annoyed.
The sketch book was next to me; I would rest my hand on it when I was thinking. I would start sketching and not paying attention to it; I would try to think about what I dreamt and have my hand draw it. It was a finicky power; I had basically thrown my hands up and attempted it but didn't force it. I wound up setting the books aside, and I went back to bed with the men. When I woke up later, I am lying in the bed with Nik as he held me; Nik's stroking my back as he kissed me.
We're looking at each other; Nik's holding me as I lay with my face against his chest. I yawn with my eyes closed; I bury my face into his chest. The kids came in; they want me to feed them. I groan getting up; I am dressed in a robe, and I am going to the bedroom. Nik looked at me with his eyes on mine; I look at his face, he smiled as he watched me feed the kids. The kids are all in their chairs; the men helped with the chaos a bit. The kids eat as I was standing there leaning down.
I lean on the counter looking at the book in front of me; the book was open to a page that I had been writing on. I wasn't sure what was the point of writing in the book, but I needed to get the thoughts out; I lean my elbow on the counter and rest my chin in my fist. The men looked at me; I looked at the page that's open in front of me. I picked up the pen; I am standing there, and I began to write as I look at the page. I looked up and I smiled seeing Nik helping his son eat.
The kids are squabbling about who loved me the most. “There isn't a winner when you all love me” I said. “Except me” I smile. “I love all of you the most and will be there to protect and love you” I tell them. I smile at the kids as they all sat with us. They're eating with the help from their fathers; the kids are beautiful, they're all very obviously like us; they've preternatural beauty. Their beauty is so much that it made people stare; I am concerned that their beauty would cause problems.
The children are playing on the floor; I play with them on the floor. I taught all of the children other languages; Nik drew the kids playing as he had sat in his chair that was made for him. I smiled at all of the children, and I looked at the other men. I sat on the floor with the boys around me; I began to tell them stories as I do voices and used the puppets. The kids were laughing and clapping; Gaius was watching me. The children are listening as I tell them the fairytales from my time.
The girls watched the children; they were watching as I tell them about Cinderella and the tale of 1001 nights; I exclude the sex or anything adult rated. I sat as I look at the kids; they're listening with rapt attention. The men were also listening; I got up making the kids lunch. Then I went back to telling the story of Hercules; I follow up Hercules with the tale of the Hobbit. I started with the first book, the one about Bilbo; I have puppets that are the dwarves and a puppet of Smaug.
The kids listen as I do the voices using the puppets; I act out some of the scenes with the puppets. The kids are so enthralled they watched as I moved the puppets, and the men help with some of the scenes. Like the one where the dwarves sang the song That's What Bilbo Baggins Hates, the song made all of our kids laugh as I made the puppets dance. The kids were sitting around as I tell them the first half of the tale over the span of the day. They wanted me to continue before bed.
“No, I will tell you a much shorter story” I tell them. I tell the children the story that I made up; I do the voices for the characters. The children fell asleep in the bed; I was sitting on a chair. I am telling the children the story, until they all feel asleep their beds. I got up and I moved the chair to the corner; I smiled as I leave the bedroom. The kids are all deep into sleep; Nik and the others looked at me as we're standing there talking. “What” I asked looking at them as they are staring.
“What is wrong” Nik asked looking at me. “I can feel your tension.” He looked at the others; they nod as they all turn and look at me. I smooth down my dress; the men are looking at me. They watch me with interest and not saying anything as we look at each other. I shift from foot to foot as I'd smoothed down the front of my dress standing in the living room. I rub the back of my neck; I walk away from them. I began to write down the story I told the kids; I smile as I added to it.
The men were watching me as I stand there bent over the counter; I am writing as I look at the page of the notebook. I write more stories over the next few hours; I yawn sleepily as I set down the pin, and we're all going to bed together. The men looked at me as we got changed and we're in bed; I am asleep in bed. I shift over in the bed turning before I got comfortable; I looked at the roof as I am considering the world that we currently live in. The morning sun rose warmth and light.
This was to be the first day of actual spring; I looked at the kids as we're planting sprouts in the garden. I play with the kids as we're laughing and chasing around; I stopped running from the kids. I straighten again; I slowly looked around me, and I was scanning the woods around the house. I usher the kids through the garden; I usher the kids into the house. I close the door I felt the same worrying mix of dread and concern that I've been feeling for over a week; I stood silently.
The kids looked at me; then our son Antony asked why they couldn't go back outside. I don't answer for a long moment; I look at the children as I lied to them. I can't tell the kids that I have a bad feeling, and that's why we're back in the house. The kids know where to go if a fire breaks out or if we're attacked by enemies.