HUNTER'S TALE

19.

The next morning he dressed them up and went straight to Russell's. Jane was there and took the boys to the sitting room. "How is she today?" He asked immediately in concern.

"She slept, vomited, slept, ate, vomited and now she's resting," Jane answered. "Take boys upstairs, John. She needs to see them. In her state she could feel blue easily. She needs to see her kids to find the strength to stand up from the bed."

"Sure.." he agreed to that and it was the main reason, why he agreed to visit her every day besides from seeing her. He took the boys on his hands and walked upstairs to find her sitting on bed. "Mornin', luv," he said calmly and put the boys down who ran to her bed. "Easy ya rascals," he snickered as he slowly walked closer. "How do ya feel now, Mary? Jane said, ya have been sick all night."

"I'm better now," she replied and smiled, seeing boys, who immediately climbed up on the bed. "Carefully, my boys," she chuckled and let them rest on her chest. They were hugging her and patting her face like they didn't see her for ages.

"Dada!" Daniel showed at John and clapped his hands.

"I know," Mary swallowed hard and looked at John, then she looked at her boys again. "How did they sleep?"

"Good, very good. They're excellent boys nothing like their father thank goodness," he scoffed, shaking his head as he sat on the edge of the bed. Benji shove his hand on Mary's cleavage and grins. "Tittie!" he shouted cheerfully.

"Benji!" Mary shook her head and chuckled, caressing his cheek. "Didn't you have breakfast?" She asked, but since he already lowered her cleavage, she only supported him and let him rest on her.

"Dada! Tittie!" Dan showed at Mary and Ben and grinned.

John narrowed his eyes and swallowed hard on the side. Are ya doing this on purpose, he asked internally his boys. Well ya might be, if I can judge from ya father, he shook his head subtly. "I can see, ya got what's ya need," he smirked slightly and his eyes met with Mary's. "If ya tired, I can take them downstairs, yeh."

"No," she refused. "Let them stay," she said, looking at him. She was never without them over night. And the truth was, she was restless and nervous and couldn't find a rest from their absence. "Do you feel better today?" She asked him quietly, before she looked back down at Ben. She hissed and frowned, since he pushed on her belly and sighed. Even her breasts were sensitive since both boys were still demanding to be breastfed.

"I do," he said with a blink, staring at her. Like an angel sitting there feeding her babies, even though her body was in pain and her heart too because of him. "If ya could come home, I'd help ya with 'em and ya wouldn't miss 'em either yeh?"

She sighed deeply. It was so hard to her. She needed to be strong and her boys were the best motivation. "I'll come tomorrow," she quietly told him and looked up at him. "Jane said, she'd come to our place and cook, if I need. Help with chores."

She saw that his face immediately changed, hearing, that she'd come back. But trying to keep his enthusiasm on bay, he nodded. "Alright, whatever ya think it's the best. Tho I can do the chores if ya need help and cook. I can still cook."

"We won't survive on eggs and coffee, John," she scoffed with a small hint of a smile.

"I can make stew and try to do some bread," he shrugged, staring into her blues. "Some mornings, when ya were baking, I was just sitting there watching ya. I saw, ya doing this so many times, that I can repeat it with a blindfold."

Mary was silent for a while. She knew. It was the thing she loved. The comfortable silence. When he was just sitting by the table, sipping on a coffee and she was roaming kitchen, baking, cooking. And they both were quiet people, but the silence in between them was always soothing. He would then stood up, came to kiss her cheek and smack her bum, then he'd leave to a stable. And she'd scold him, but stayed with smile on her lips. "I know," she quietly said, when Ben released her nipple with a pop and with content grin smacked his lips.