The Protector

Chapter 29

Third Person POV

(Somewhere at the edge of Lock forest, Titus)

Miranda, wearing a long summer dress with yellow and white flowers was knelt by a flowerbed, her big straw hat shielding her from the summer heat.

The woman had not noticed the return of her husband, who was slowly sneaking up behind her with a grin on his face, staring at the smaller woman who was humming a song as she dug another hole for her flower.

Tiras was quiet, and slow as he crept behind her, before eventually standing directly behind her, only then did he make his attack.

Swiftly, and gently he lifted the small woman up in his arms and started spinning her around as she screamed out in surprise, then an eruption of giggled filled the warm forest air as she realized who it was.

"Tiras, put me down!" She cried, her face red from laughing.

Tiras never wanted to let go of his tiny human wife, simply holding her felt like a dream, he always wanted to be near her, to feel her soft long hair brush his cheek, and her small hand in his much larger one.

Putting her down, Tiras couldn't help but admire just how beautiful she was in the summer heat, her face was red and she had sweat on her forehead, some may find this not attractive but for a Titan who never shifted color or showed much emotion, it was an amazing sight to behold.

"I got the potatoes you asked for." He announced, picking up the large bag he had left the forest for and then slinging it across his shoulder as it weight nothing.

The bag of potatoes was the size of his wife, and every time Miranda saw her husband lift such things effortlessly, she couldn't help but blush and admire just how strong he was.

"Thank you, I hope it wasn't too much trouble." She said, leading him to where she had wanted them to go.

Tiras wanted to tease his wife, but seeing as how her face looked, he choose not to.

"I am not such an old Titan that I can't do this much." He simply said, before looking around.

"Where is Nohr?"

Looking towards the house, as if the small boy had heard his parents speaking about him, he came running out of the cabin like a ball on fire, holding a stick for a sword and a piece of cloth for a cape.

Seeing his son, Tiras never got tired of the new feeling he felt every time he saw the small boy, half him and half his wife, whom always had the happiest smile on his face within any situation, it made it all feel worth it to Tiras.

He knew that if he had to do it all over again, he would, a billion times over, just to be this happy.

"Papa!" Nohr crashed into Tiras's leg, grinning up at his father.

Tiras picked up the small boy and held him close. "You are getting bigger Nohr, what is your mother feeding you?"

Confused, Nohr had looked to his mom, not understanding that his father was teasing him, Miranda came over to the two most important men in her life and grinned up at them.

"Don't be mean Tiras." She scolded the much taller, stronger man. "Nohr wants to be big and strong like Papa, right Nohr?" 

The boy who had reached out his small hand to touch his mothers hair nodded his head before looking at his fathers face.

"Mhm!" The boy excitably hummed. "I'm going to be strong, just like Papa and protect Mama!"

Just then, Tiras felt his heart ache, although he had provided his family with everything they needed to survive, he knew that even as young as his son was, he knew that they were not totally safe.