A Saint To A Sinner

3.35

Going back to Cookham was not a plan or thought Y/N had in mind. She had not expected to return to Cookham so soon, and with the Lady Ælwith and now Eadith with them. Although, something told her they were still not going back to Cookham. Something told her they were in even more danger than what they started off with, but she could not show that fear. Her children were with her this time, and surprisingly, the Lady Ælswith was entertaining for the children than Eadith. She had even offered to sit with Cynlæf and Eir while they chopped up some wood.
"Am I the only one doing work here?" Father Pyrlig complained in the distance. "If I make the fire, I am not doing the cooking." Y/N snorted at his words as she looked up to see Finan still wandering around, complaining under his breath about Lady Ælswith.
"What was that, Fin?" Y/N asked.
"I said, isn't it such a privilege to set up camp for the Lady Ælswith." He said with jolly sarcasm as he took a pile of logs over to the fire. Y/N picked up her pile and walked over to where Sihtric was. Sihtric took the pile from her and started to make another fire.
"We do not need three fires. Two at most." Sihtric grumbled.
"Lady Ælswith. Do you require three or four fires?" Y/N called out, making  Sihtric push her lightly.
"Three is enough." Lady Ælswith said as she approached her. "Though one fire has gone out already, and I worry your daughter will catch a cold."
"Father Pyrlig!" Y/N called out. Y/N put her fingers to her lips listening for his responce, as she called him again, "Father Pyrlig!"
"Finan, can I kill your wife?!" Father Pyrlig shouted back, making them laugh.
"Lady Ælswith needs a fire, father?" Y/N called out.
"Why can't you do it? I am no servant." Father Pyrlig called back.
"I need to feed Eir." She shouted as she took her daughter back and walked off. Finan jogged over to her with a playful look as he sat with her.

It was a comfortable silence between them, but she knew something was wrong. She could feel it. She could see the way Finans face turned to a frown every so often.
"What?" Y/N asked. Finan shook his head, a genuine smile formed across his face.
"I love yu, woman." Finan said, as he moved her top slightly to cover her when Eadith walked past. "I mean it. I love yu, Cynlæf, Eir and that bastard Dane." Y/N laughed at his words, still trying to wonder what he wished to say. "Don't tell anyone, but I was watching Osferth talking to Eadith, and it was all romantic." Finan made an obnoxious face before smiling gently, "it reminded me of the days me and Sihtric used to talk to you, like that."
"We do talk like that. Yes, it's harder with Cynlæf always being around, but he is a boy of a curious age who learns so much. But... But I know you both love me. And I love you bastard Irishman, more than you will ever know." Y/N said as she leaned in to kiss him softly. His beard brushed against her chin. "And... don't forget the bastard Dane before he leaves again." Y/N pulled away as she heard Sihtrics footsteps. Sihtric smiled at the both of them as he leant against the tree about to speak when Father Pyrlig walked over and leant against another tree. Finan and Y/N broke into a fit of laughter as she looked at them.
"Don't tell me, yur hiding from the Lady Ælswith." Father Pyrlig crossed his arms as he shook his head.
"She has acquired taste, that is all." Father Pyrlig said. "Though I will say this once, compared to Y/N, Lady Ælswith is a whole different kind of woman." Y/N had to laugh. It seemed as though the journey had taken a different turn.
"Are yu sure Father?" Finan said, making Y/N glare at him.
"Oh, I am sure. How is the little Eir?" Finan took Eir to show Father Pyrlig. She had grown a little bit, but she was still small.
"She is a fighter father, just like her mother." Finan said proudly.
"The God's named her Eir for a reason." Sihtric said with a smile as he walked over to hug his wife, kissing her cheek.
"Father?!" Cynlæf called.
"Which one does he want?" Father Pyrlig blurted out, making them laugh. "I'm sorry, but I have wondered who he calls sometimes."
"It depends on the tone he uses." Y/N said, "normally, if he wants something, he goes to Finan. If he's scared or bored, he goes to Sihtric!"
"Has he ever called the wrong Father?" Y/N tilted her head to the side, wondering if Cynlæf ever did, even so his fathers knew which one he wanted.
"No. And right now I'm the chosen one." Finan said as he punched Sihtric in the arm.