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(Continued from: Tender Love )

Spring has come at last, and winter has become now but a memory...a precious, beautiful memory. The lush beauty and greenery of the forest is in full swing, and the sun adds a brightness to the simple but delightful and sweet life you and Dyani share together in your quiet abode, but the two of you have been anything but idle, especially now that it is much easier to get around.

While you wish you had a rifle with you, to make hunting that much easier, you've had to make due with the bow and arrows that Dyani has had available. She's often spent time crafting arrows and fletching, so there's never any shortage of ammo, but you still yearn for the conveniences of modern technology. You know the Cherokee make use of rifles, but Dyani was in the habit of the much simpler bow and arrow, the same weapon she'd used to shoot you down, the "love bow" as you've taken to calling it, since she'd caught you, and made you her own.

Your suspicion that something is different about your wife is now more than confirmed; her belly has started to swell. She has taken to rubbing it often in a very gentle and loving manner, and to placing your hand on it, and telling you, "Usdi. This is our baby." Not in your wildest dreams did you expect to become a father! But this changes everything now, and demands a whole new way in how the two of you have been living up to this point. Only the Lord knows how long it may take before your ankle is fully healed, if it ever does fully heal - you may have a limp the rest of your life, and pain to go with it, but that's a price you're more than happy to bear since it brought you to your beloved, to share in this life you are now living together so beautifully and wonderfully.

She has been preparing certain concoctions made from barks, which she tells you are in preparation for the day of her delivery of your child, and has been keeping herself busy at the hut, not venturing out, having already made it a point to store up large basketfuls of nature's bounty for the two - no, three - of you. She has taken to bathing her hands and her feet on a regular basis, keeping herself clean in an almost ritualistic manner.

Thus, you have made it a point to sally forth from the hut and out into the wilderness, hunting for game to feed the two of you, though she has given you a warning that there are only certain things she will permit herself to eat during this special time of her delicate condition, and so you bear this in mind, taking care to see to her special needs.

You were far too little to have known when mama was pregnant with your four younger sisters, and have really not known a thing about a woman giving birth to a child, and this thought starts to weigh on your mind, and to fill you with anxiety. You and your wife are miles away from your own town, and you assume from her own Clan, but you suspect that there would be wisdom in seeking out a helping hand for the day she does give birth. You only know that it is a very painful process for a woman, and that even for mama, she once almost lost her life giving birth to Polly, the second of your four sisters.

Time is of the essence, but every time you try to broach the subject with your wife, she dismisses it, telling you that she is adequately prepared for what she must do herself. She kisses you, conveying to you her appreciation of your concern for her well-being, but tells you that she doesn't need outside help. Still, the choice comes down to you, whether or not you obey your wife in her wish to carry out the delivery herself, or to seek the aid of a midwife, either among her own people, or a doctor from your own town, wanting to do everything to protect her life, and the life of your baby.

(Continued: Almost Time )

Description
(Continued from: Tender Love )

Spring has come at last, and winter has become now but a memory...a precious, beautiful memory. The lush beauty and greenery of the forest is in full swing, and the sun adds a brightness to the simple but delightful and sweet life you and Dyani share together in your quiet abode, but the two of you have been anything but idle, especially now that it is much easier to get around.

While you wish you had a rifle with you, to make hunting that much easier, you've had to make due with the bow and arrows that Dyani has had available. She's often spent time crafting arrows and fletching, so there's never any shortage of ammo, but you still yearn for the conveniences of modern technology. You know the Cherokee make use of rifles, but Dyani was in the habit of the much simpler bow and arrow, the same weapon she'd used to shoot you down, the "love bow" as you've taken to calling it, since she'd caught you, and made you her own.

Your suspicion that something is different about your wife is now more than confirmed; her belly has started to swell. She has taken to rubbing it often in a very gentle and loving manner, and to placing your hand on it, and telling you, "Usdi. This is our baby." Not in your wildest dreams did you expect to become a father! But this changes everything now, and demands a whole new way in how the two of you have been living up to this point. Only the Lord knows how long it may take before your ankle is fully healed, if it ever does fully heal - you may have a limp the rest of your life, and pain to go with it, but that's a price you're more than happy to bear since it brought you to your beloved, to share in this life you are now living together so beautifully and wonderfully.

She has been preparing certain concoctions made from barks, which she tells you are in preparation for the day of her delivery of your child, and has been keeping herself busy at the hut, not venturing out, having already made it a point to store up large basketfuls of nature's bounty for the two - no, three - of you. She has taken to bathing her hands and her feet on a regular basis, keeping herself clean in an almost ritualistic manner.

Thus, you have made it a point to sally forth from the hut and out into the wilderness, hunting for game to feed the two of you, though she has given you a warning that there are only certain things she will permit herself to eat during this special time of her delicate condition, and so you bear this in mind, taking care to see to her special needs.

You were far too little to have known when mama was pregnant with your four younger sisters, and have really not known a thing about a woman giving birth to a child, and this thought starts to weigh on your mind, and to fill you with anxiety. You and your wife are miles away from your own town, and you assume from her own Clan, but you suspect that there would be wisdom in seeking out a helping hand for the day she does give birth. You only know that it is a very painful process for a woman, and that even for mama, she once almost lost her life giving birth to Polly, the second of your four sisters.

Time is of the essence, but every time you try to broach the subject with your wife, she dismisses it, telling you that she is adequately prepared for what she must do herself. She kisses you, conveying to you her appreciation of your concern for her well-being, but tells you that she doesn't need outside help. Still, the choice comes down to you, whether or not you obey your wife in her wish to carry out the delivery herself, or to seek the aid of a midwife, either among her own people, or a doctor from your own town, wanting to do everything to protect her life, and the life of your baby.

(Continued: Almost Time )