A Saint To A Sinner

2.29

Being pregnant was hard for Y/N,but she was not alone. She had Thyra and Beocca looking after her. However, there were days that were difficult. There were days she felt weak and tired because she missed training with a sword. There were days she was fed up with people looking at her, like some common whore. Most of all, she hated being separated from her husbands. Part of her wished that Sihtric would appear in Winchester or have word that Finan dragged him back. As much as it pained her, she would always love and need him. The both of them.

Y/N had grown slightly bigger in the months, and her unborn child was now moving in her womb. Her life was not her own anymore. It had a new purpose, and it belonged to the new life that she created. She did not care for the rumours on whose child it was. She did not care if her child came out as a Dane or a Saxon. There were times Y/N often joked with Thyra, aloud in public that she would convert to a Pagan.
"So. If I name my child after a Pagan God? That it is willed through the prophecy or fate." Y/N would amuse. She knew it bothered people, the way she spoke, as if she was already converted. Thyra would only laugh but whisper to her in secret about Paganism, out of fear of offending Beocca, so Y/N would not push any further, but only enough to disturb the citizens of Winchester when she was outside.

Though Y/N had grown tired of the comments. Particularly during the weekly preparations of Edwards marriage. There were many unfamiliar lords and commoners who travelled to Wessex to see the marriage ceremony. Many in high opinion of removing any Dane they see, and this bothered Y/N more than it should. She hated the way they treated Thyra and her. It rialled her more and more. That Y/N had started to carry around her sword and dagger with her. She had started to fear those around her, even those that crept up on her.
"Woah! Yu better watch where yur pointing that thing woman. Yu could take someone's eye out with that." Y/N dropped the sword, jumping straight into Finans' arms, her mouth latching on to his as if it was the first time she had kissed him. She pulled back to look at his face, almost pulling at his beard, before bringing his face back to hers. Completely forgetting Thyra was behind her. Her hands rapidly grabbed his face, trying to memorise every inch and every bone structure of his face. She pulled back to stare at his muddy brown eyes, his eyes flicking between her and the left. Signalling something to her.

Sihtric. Sihtric was there. Standing right behind him, with his hands clasped in front of him. Y/N looked back at Finan slowly, her eyebrow raised, looking for an answer.
"You?!" Y/N turned back around, snatching his blade from his waist, placing it against his neck, as she glared at him. Sihtric did not move, allowing her to place the cold metal against his neck.
"I am sorry! I never meant -" Sihtrics grunted when she pushed the blade slightly closer, digging into his skin.
"Sorry? For what? Abandoning your wife? Being a traitor? Leaving your injured wife in Winchester." Y/N emphasised Winchester. It was a place she dispised the most. "Where I've had to defend you. To Alfred several times. Where I've been slandered for being your wife. For carrying our child. While you bargain with Hæsten." Sihtric winced at her tone.
"Uh, what?" Finan said but was silenced with a glare.
"I had no choice." Sihtric breathed out. "Uhtred made me. I swear to you on Thors hammer. I would never abandon you Y/N. He asked me to spy on Bloodhair. I tried everything to tell you. I tried to send you back to Winchester and Cookham, but you would not leave my side." She believed him. Of course she did. She could see the pain in Sihtrics eyes as they watered. Only imagining the pain and suffering he went through.
"You could have just told me, Siht. I would have played along. I would have lied for you." She released it slightly, watching him.
"I know you could have, but Uhtred would not allow me to. He knows you cannot lie to Finan either." Sihtric begged. She knew Uhtred was the one she was going to murder when she next saw his face, but she wanted to play with Sihtric a little while longer.
"If you ever." Y/N re shoved the blade back to the red mark that was slowly forming around his neck. "Ever lie to me again. I will come after you, Sihtric Kjartansson. I do not care how much Uhtred begs you. You do not lie to me." Sihtric lifted his hand slowly to pull at his necklace of Thors hammer. Promising her.

Before Sihtric could even swear it to her, she pulled his lips close to hers. His hands nervously touching her arms, afraid she would reject him. Y/N pulled away, looking at his dark eyes as she stroked his face. His hand held hers as he leaned into her.
"I will make it up to you." Y/N shook her head at Sihtric. He did not need to apologise. It was Uhtred and his stupid plan.
"Uh! Can we go back to that very important comment?" Finan interrupted, a confused look on his face.
"What? That I was called a whore several times. That I denounced as a Christian?" Finan shook his head. His fingers waving around as he spoke, "Uh, the part after that."
"That Sihtric bargained with Hæsten?" Y/N smirked, crossing her arms as Finan huffed at her.
"Oh. You mean this" Y/N moved her cloak, letting him see the bump that swelled underneath. Finans face scrunched up in disbelief as he dropped to the floor, looking at the bump. His hands gently touching it.
"When?" Sihtric asked in shock. His face frowned as he tried to comprehend when she had become pregnant.
"I do not know. Mayhaps at the battle at Beamfleot? I do not know. Though the babe is well. They are indeed a wriggler." Finan placed a kiss on the bump, his forehead pressing against her stomach.
"Good thing yu stayed here then." Y/N chuckled, taking Sihtrics hand, placing it on her bump, allowing him to feel.
"They have slandered our child too? Have they not?" Sihtric asked. His voice was apologetic. As if it was his fault.
"There are accusations and assumption, but they do not matter." Finan agreed as he looked at Sihtric, "no. They do not matter. Especially when their mother is a dangerous woman." Y/N laughed at Finans comment, shoving him slightly.
"Do not joke, Fin." Finan pulled at her waist, bringing her closer. A content look on his face as he looked down at her belly.
"All jokes aside. We are incredibly hungry husbands and in need of our wife's dire care, and then we can be very good husbands." Y/N eyed Finan with a look as she looked around for Thyra, completely forgetting about her.
"I will see what I can do for you, but you may want to go around the other way before the guards realise who you are." Y/N said as she watched them go the opposite way.