A Saint To A Sinner

3.1

"Would you stop... Cynlæf!" Y/N shouted as her son ran around Cookham chasing the chickens, his arms outstretched as he tried to catch them.
"Cynlæf do not kick the chickens." Y/N scolded as she grabbed him by the arm, dragging him back inside.
"I am going to have to start calling you Cynlæf the Chicken Chaser." Cynlæf poked his tongue out at his mother, folding his arms at her, mimicking her stance. Cynlæf had grown up to have an attitude like his mother but the humour of Finan.

Over the years, he seemed to have found an amusement in tormenting the chickens, courtsey of Finan, who taught him to chase them.
"When will father be back.?" Cynlæf asked as he washed his hands in the sink, flicking the water at his mother.
"Cynlæf!" Y/N grunted, pushing him away from her. "You are a nuisance. Go and sit over there." Cynlæf pulled himself on the chair with a frown. A frown that was similar to Sihtrics. If she looked close enough, she saw Sihtric in him, but other times, she saw Finan. It was as if Cynlæf was created from three people instead of two.
"Your fathers will be back soon, Cynlæf. I am sure of it." Y/N crouched down to pull his boots off. "And when they return, I am sure they will teach you how to weild a sword."

Finan and Sihtric were away at sea with Osferth to scout Bebbanburg until its forces had weakened. They had spent the past couple of years planning a siege to take Bebbanburg. The three of them were getting closer to Bebbanburgs each day.
"It looks like the Scots have got here first." Osferth noted as they watched the Scottish increase in numbers.
"They are advancing." Sihtric stated, "they will destroy them before we get to them." The three of them waited it out to see if Alfric's men would retaliate or retreat before they made a decision.

As Finan predicted, they retreated very quickly when the Scottish increased their numbers.
"It looks like we can go south." Finan said excitedly as he pulled the rings of the dead.
"Shall we sell the rings." Osferth asked as he collected them in a sack.
"No! We go to Cookham." Sihtric said as he took the sack from Osferth.
"Osferth. When yu find a wife, yu'll understand what it is like. To go back to a warm bed. Where yur wife cooks for yu." Osferth laughed at Finans words.
"That does not sound like Y/N at all."
"Trust me. You will know when you find a woman. Everything changes. Especially when you have one of your own." Sihtric said with a smile. They both missed Y/N and Cynlæf. It was the only thing that kept them going to Bebbanburg.
"Three pints of ale that Cynlæf runs towards me." Finan nudged Sihtric with a laugh.
"We all know your son fears Sihtric. I think Cynlæf will just ignore you." Osferth said with a laugh.
"He does not fear me." Sihtric said with a grumble.
"Yu did raise yur voice at him." Finan defended.
"He shouted at his mother. What do you expect." Sihtric shook his head as they returned back to the boat. Heading straight towards Cookham as fast as the wind would take them back to their families.