Pardoned on the Peak (Sequel to New World Sasanaichs)

Thirteen

September, 1757

The next four months seemed to pass by in a blur, and by the Time the Sabbat of Mabon rolled around, there was no denying that Geneva was carrying a child. Not only had her breasts swollen a bit compared to what they’d been prior to inviting her husband to her bed for more than just pleasuring each other with their hands, but her belly’d taken on the typical round shape associated with pregnancy. She hadn’t grown nearly as much as she would, if her first meeting with her sister wife compared to when she’d given Birth to her twins was anything to judge by, but it was obviousta anyone who cared to look, now that she was almost six months gone.

        But she’d been quick to realize that growing in various ways with her pregnancy wasn’t the biggest Change her body’d undergone lately. Even before her now-much-expanded family’d left Morgan’s Peak and started their Journey back to England, she’d noticed an increase in strength that’d surprised her. After all, she didn’t have to struggle in the slightest with lifting heavy objects–till she’d started showing and neither Jamie, nor Róisín’d let her put that physical strength to use, that is. Her appetite’d far increased, even her mother surprised by just how much she could pack away before she was finally sated and no longer swearing she was still hungry. And most noticeable–yet the least discussed outside her bedroom–was the fact that, unlike prior to her Transformation, she was downright insatiable in a sexual sense.

        Luckily for her, the brunette lass’ shared husband was a hard man to wear out in that sense, as long as he hadn’t been out on a hunt or caring for Ciara and Conan for three Days without a single wink of sleep during that Time. He was also a reassuring presence for her since she refused to talk to Lachlan about such things, ’cuz he’d finally shared the full story of his first Time with her. She’d felt somewhat sorry for him when he’d flushed as red as his hair, but explained how he’d started waking with cockstands far worse than he’d ever suffered as a human once he’d been Transformed. But she hadn’t been able to help a laugh when he’d finally told her what he’d said to her sister wife that’d gotten him chained to his bed and tormented so deliciously.

        In between her magickal training–which’d allowed her to finally figure out that her Element happened to be Air–Geneva’d been putting quite a bit of Thought into what to name their son once he was born. She was pretty sure she’d come up with a given name for him, but she was stuck on anything beyond that and his obvious surname. For that reason, she finally managed to corner her shared husband on a Night when none of the adults of their not-so-lil family were in the mood for anything intimate.

        “I wanna call him William, after Father,” she told him.

        “Ye can say he’s named fer yer da all ye like, lass, but ye’ll never get me to agree to that,” Jamie responded, glancing down as he burped his existing younger son.

        “You don’t like that name?” the brunette lass queried, biting back a heartbroken whimper.

        “I never said that, mo nighean donn,” he said, looking back up at her. “I meant that ye’ll never get me to say he’s named fer yer da, no that I didna like the name.”

        “Why wouldn’t you say that, if it’s true?” Geneva asked.

        “’Cuz I’d say he’s named fer me brother quicker than I’d say he’s named fer yer da,” the ginger man answered.

        “But you don’t ha–” she started, cutting herself off when his expression shifted.

        “Both me brothers’re deid, ken,” Jamie said, trying to curb his urge to snap at her. “Willie passed when I was six due to the pox–baby Robert passed just hours after his Birth, and me mam died birthing him.”