A Saint To A Sinner

3.26

"... because yu won't survive with the sickness." Finan spat as he crossed his arms, thinking she was joking about being pregnant. Y/N pulled an awkward face as she clicked her tongue. She had not expected that reaction. Sihtric moved his hand to touch her stomach, feeling the bump hidden beneath her leather armour.
"Ay! Ay! She can not be pregnant! The sickness will take her." Finan pointed as he watched Sihtrics hand rest against her stomach nervously.
"She is not telling a lie, Finan!" Sihtric growled out, slightly irritated by Finans attitude.
"That's it. Yu are not touching anyone nor going near anyone." Finan huffed as he walked passed them. "Let's go!" Sihtric rolled his eyes as he reached his hand towards Y/N to pull her up as they walked towards Uhtred, hearing Eadith suggest they continued to wait for Æthelflaed.
"On horseback, she must have been here first. She would have gone on to Ceaster as agreed. We move." Y/N let out a sigh, knowing they had gone around in circles.
"Cynlæf. Æthelstan." Y/N called out, making the two boys get up to start walking again. Y/N grabbed hold of her sons hand while taking Æthelstans hand in her other. She could hear Finan grunt when she took the other boys hand, but she did not speak on it, only leaving Sihtric to deal with Finan throughout the journey.

She could hear Finan complaining to Sihtric about the sickness. About how Y/N should not be walking, let alone being around people who could be carrying the sickness. Particularly Ælfwynn, who he believed had already caught the sickness. Y/N was getting tired and agitated with Finan whispering, so she turned around to give him a look. Finan frowned at her before jogging over to Osferth to tell someone else of his complaints.
"Why is father worried about the sickness." Cynlæf whispered as he saw his father whispering to Osferth.
"Because it can kill you." Y/N said blankly. There was no point hiding it from her son.
"Do you have the sickness?" Y/N frowned at Æthelstans words. She shook her head in confusion.
"But you are pale, mother." Cynlæf asked worriedly, but she shook her head. "I go tell father." Y/N stopped her son from running off, making him look at her confused.
"I am just tired and hungry. I am not sick." She assured. Part of her did fear whether the unborn child would make it in such conditions. She had not eaten much in weeks. She had even  put the children first and not herself.

Cynlæf let go of her hand to whisper something to Æthelstan, before he turned back to his mother's side. Æthelstan let go of her hand, looking at Cynlæf before they both attempted to pick her up.
"What are you two doing?" Sihtric asked worriedly.
"Trying to pick mother up. She is unwell." Cynlæf said, making his mother shake her head, "I'm not." Finan walked over, giving her a look before putting her arms over his shoulder, to lift her up and carry her in his arms.
"So now you want to carry me." Y/N taunted as she rested her head on Finans shoulders. Her eyes closed for a few moments as she allowed Finan to carry her.

It was only when she woke up to Finan carefully putting her on the ground that she woke up.
"Eat this, quickly, before they other see." Finan urged as tried to put something in her mouth. Y/N moved her head, completely confused at what he was doing.
"Don't worry what it is. Just eat it." Finan urged before lifting his water to her lips as he stoked her head like a child.
"Rest, now. Yu'll feel better in the morning." Finan said as he planted a kiss on her forehead, staying with her until she fell back asleep.