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I grip myself around you a bit tighter, a horizontal version of a tight hug. "I am awake love. And I agree, we should just be ourselves. And of course love, as long as we stand side by side, I can be the 'running into danger' self and you get to be my 'knight in shining armor.' And I know you're right love, but we should spend a few nights at least in our home, that's why we'll have it..." I laugh at my own smartassery. "I do hope that the cards don't show Jacob's actual future, he could be so amazing with a bit of light himself." I yawn a very big yawn. "Yes love, and I am tired, but I don't have to start tonight as I love getting to have these intimate conversations with you. Although I'm not sure about the kicking part, that'll probably be really odd at first. Here's to hoping on some level that she's not an athlete in there. But I have been thinking today... It's very Faerun, yes I know I'm Faerunian but she'll look like the spitting image of you, very Maztican... but, what do you think of Vialet? If memory serves me right, it means something like humility and faithful."

I try very hard to pronounce the strange consonants and diphthongs of the Faerunian name and then I look into your eyes as if to judge your reaction before saying anything. I can’t, so I start by saying, "You are Faerunian and Maztican too in a way. I’m not sure ... Vialet is the name of our child. It is so hard to see her as someone with pious humility coming from our loins. Does it have a special meaning to you? I didn’t like the nickname Duke at first either, but the more you said it with such love and patience with me, the more I can never part with the name. I know you have Duke in your heart and I never want to leave. On the other hand, I was thinking of Coritzi of the heart or Chipahua the pure or maybe Saponi of the red earth and her mother Maztica. We can take all the time we want to decide and play with the name. Tell me again, how do we even know she is a girl?"

I smirk with amusement, "Because I told you it’d be a girl.... because Uhti showed me. My love, she will be the spitting image of you! A mini Dukalu if you will. I can’t wait to see her in your arms, looking just like her father," I lean up and kiss you with all of the love and excitement that thought fills me with. After a long kiss, I pull back and laugh, "Probably best not to give her a name that you can’t pronounce. But you’re right... she’ll have the spunk of both of us, probably won’t be the most humble if she’s anything like me. I apologize that you didn’t like the nickname at first, please don’t ever think that I don’t love your name Dukalu. I’ve just always loved nicknames. Coritzi maybe... we have hopefully all 9 months to figure out a name. I’m sure we can figure out a name that can satisfy her Maztican and maybe her Faerunian heritage too." I lay my head on you again and breathe you in. " I’m not sure why, but your scent is stronger than it has been. It’s like something heightened your smell, it’s amazing! I love it, whatever you’re doing different love, keep doing it!" I snuggle into you and breathe you in again, loving the scent of you.

I respond to the snuggles like a cat or fox by curling up and returning the touch with every bit of enjoyment and interest of arousing more snuggles. Intent on still talking I change the subject so as not to overwork the name generation game. "Speaking of our daughter looking exactly like her father, which parent do you look like? You have the Elven ears and the mixed heritage that makes such beautiful babies and beings. Tell me about your parents. Do you think they will make the journey over the trackless sea if we can send them a pluma message about our wedding? I can’t wait to meet them and show them how wonderful their daughter has become and how happy she makes me. Will they like me?"

I giggle at the questions. "I look like my mother more than my father. My father is human, looks a bit like you but lighter skinned, light hair, but dark eyes like mine. My mother and I are similar in our dark hair, tan skin. She’s Elven. Her family left the area they were from and met when they were young. They’re lovely tavern owners, loving parents. I think they’d come, I haven’t spoken to them since I ran from home. They’ll be happy to see that I’ve matured. I do miss them. As for you, I think they’ll be happy because I am. My father will interrogate you though. What about your parents love? Who do you look like? Will they be happy, especially since your oath wasn’t ‘exactly’ to one of the gods in the traditional sense. Do you think they’ll like me?"

In Maztica, the world you have a great time to come here for a great day night and I love always is the best place for you to come to see it. Yes dear god is in there for me to get my hair back. Yes dear god is in there god bless him dear dear friend please thank the chef. I am not worthy enough for you you know that you have to think of me. You don’t have to work for me tomorrow morning and then you can get me to come over for dinner. I am not going into this game forum for a long app and it has a lot. You have been there before I have so many wonderful ideas and great questions about you. You have a great day. You don’t want anything else to come over and you don’t have anything else for yourself. Yes you can get help from the time and time for you to bed. Yes dear god is in there for me to come over again and then I’m gonna. I am so happy to have you. I have so many people in there so much fun and caring about them

"I don't know where to begin. After your concern for our penal system, I wonder how you will take my parents. They couldn't be more the great Maztican hierophants if they tried. They consider themselves upper crust and for the most part, they are. They are in direct contact with the gods of Payit, both Qotal and Kiltzi, even though both of those gods have been out of contact for an age." I look to you for understanding of the difficulty of my saying this. I take a moment to hold your cheeks and touch my forehead to yours. I inhale you and give you kisses, losing myself in the contact and trying to avoid continuing. A kiss and I forget myself again. Another kiss and I reassure myself that you are mine and I have nothing to fear. Why not, I ask myself. I'll tell you. "I am not close to my parents. They are rigid. My father is a man of rules and my mother is a socialite concerned only with appearances. It is the way of all temples I suppose to have such leaders. They dictate the concerns of the gods and have ruled me my whole life. Yulcaligk is my father's name. I never called him dad. He was learned in the temple and rose in the ranks because of his sternness. Margarita is my mother's name. She was ever the princess and rules her order. Of course I studied in the temples as a child. I was expect to. I grew up wanting to run in the grass, but the orders maintained a heightened sense of cleanliness and discipline that did not allow for that. I respect them, even if I don't love them. They has me out of love and closeness in the tragedy that was my sister, so I owe my life to love. When I found myself falling for a Kiltzi acolyte, I rebelled. I am hoping that marrying Kiltzi might help, lol."

"Oh I see, I'm the ticket into your parents' good graces," I laugh at my joke before giving you a loving kiss. "I'm so sorry love, you deserved a better childhood! If you'd like, I could order your mother to apologize as her goddess!" I smile at you, my sense of humor showing at the wrong time as it tends to, but also wanting to make sure I don't upset you with my joke.

I laugh too, cup you chin in my palms and kiss you back. "Not at all love. I do not care for their good graces, but we do need my mother’s permission to wed in the high temple. We could go to another and have a more private wedding with just our party. I would like that too. As long as you have a ceremony and say, ‘I do’, then I would be the happiest man in all of Maztica. I love your humor and your laugh. I sincerely love your smile and the way your eyes light up when you smirk. I actually think my father will like you. He loves an intelligent woman like you who can joke even when his sense of humor is stoic.

I didn’t mind my childhood. I learned a lot. I was trained to be a Paladin and only that has allowed me to be your Paladin. But our child will grow up in a seaside village, travel the seas and visit the cities of Nexal regularly. She will be worldly and beautiful, just like her mom."

I smile as I lay my head on your chest, eyes starting to feel heavy but trying hard to remain awake anyways, "She will be perfect! How can we have just found out and I love her so much already? It's amazing how emotions work. And my love, I will get married anywhere you'd like... as long as you're there with me. My," I yawn, "knight in fine clothing, the perfect idealist, the sweet hearted, the purely romantic, for me to say 'I do' to. But either way, I'm excited to meet your family my love!

"You are sleepy. Let's go to bed." I stroke your soft hair and feel your warm body against mine as your drowsy head leans on my chest like a pillow. I intertwine our legs and lock our bodies into the cuddle. "I feel safe here in your arms. And thank you for the dance. I tried not to let my plate mail get in the way..."

I hear your light breathing and know you are asleep. I hold you tight, cradled in my arms and day dream of our wedding, our birth and our home. We have so much to look forward to. Fears of raiding a sewer and of meeting Elena some time surface since we met another vampire this day. Dread of the Pyramid of the Gods and finding the map to Camazotz's hidden temple seeps into my thoughts. We must get to the Temple of Zaltec to use Azul's wand and to reunited Jacob with his destiny. I try to dismiss the thoughts, but I can't stop planning all the scenarios. I fear for my wife and my baby on this journey, as well as all my new friends, Te'opocalti, and the crew of the Skulker. They all have so much to do. I try to sleep like my wife does. I don't want to worry her about my thoughts, especially when she has found a way to escape them. Those days will come. Storm and Kon and Teth will find themselves, too. I wonder if they are concerned. Storm seems quiet though I know he is lost in his thoughts too. Kitty makes a good leader because she cares for all of them. I will be their protector because she does care, as best I can.

I smile at her and kiss her forehead as she sleeps soundly on my chest. After long thoughts and longings, I fall asleep as well. I continue to dream, but only about my wife. She alone is enough to fill my mind and my heart, even in sleep.

I finally awaken, well rested from snuggling and lots of fun pillow talk. I can’t get enough of the conversions. Carefully, since you are still asleep, I dislodge my legs from yours and quietly make my way out of bed. I equip my robe and grab myself something to quench my thirst before sitting in front of the fire, which is dying but not out yet. Sipping and staring in the quiet, somewhat alone, gives time for thinking.

Naturally, I worry. I worry a lot, even if I don’t always show it. As I dwell in my thoughts, sharing fears with my husband even though I don’t know it, I do dream a bit. I debate name suggestions in my head, something more representative of her true heritage of Maztica. I fear that the sewers will be an issue and try to create a more solid plan for handling a situation that I have no true idea on. I dream of us meeting the other’s parents and everything going splendidly. I dread that we’ll bump into Elena soon since we encountered a vampire already. I dream of seeing the pure joy on your face as you hold our newly born child, which makes me giggle a bit because I know I’ll tease you about changing your oath to protect her and leave me to fend for myself. I know you, you’d never leave me defenseless, but I know you’d swear to protect her at all costs, as I would too. Fears creep up in the corners of my mind about our safety and losing our child or each other.

I shake my head in an attempt to clear it of them and tuck myself into my robe tighter as I sit in my own world and allow my brain to continue to drift from thought to thought; thinking of our home, our crew, our friends, but mostly out little family.

Seeing you lost in thought, cold without any reason for there is no draft, clutching your robe tight about you, I tip toe behind you on the soft sheep skin. Before you can start, I wrap my arms you and snuggle my lips to your neck and breathe, "Good morning my love." I don't know if it is the elbow to the ribs, or the skull butt to my forehead, but whichever it was first, I get the impression quickly that I should not sneak up on you like that. "I see I doth not need to protect you my dear," I laugh as sit there on my behind.

As I start replaying the encounter today and try to figure out how to handle two on one better, I feel myself captured. After the split second response, my brain realizes what I heard and who touched me. I turn and see you laughing and stand up with you. I laugh as well, "The lady doth knows how to handle thyself so you best behave yourself. My love, I’m so sorry, are you alright?" I start looking at your side and forehead to make sure I didn’t hurt you.

I reach my hand up to ask for assistance for your poor, wrongly injured husband to stand. As you take my hand, I seize yours and pull you down on top of me. I successfully pull you down and give you a naked bear hug on the rug, but am not agile enough to avoid you kneeing me in the balls. I scream in agony and clutch you harder.

Realizing what happened as I fell, instinctively I try to pull away, but your grip on me keeps me locked against you. I tense up completely in an attempt to not move a muscle while you howl in pain. Once you finally start to relax your grip, I slowly and gently pull my head up to see you crying from the pain. I wipe and kiss away the tears, moving as little as possible. "Well... at least we are already expecting. My love, how can I help?"

As the sharp sensation fades, I mix my tears with laughter. So much concern is in your face that I immediately shift my whole concern to easing your pain instead of concentrating on my fading sensations. I grin until you look up at me with the same grin. I kiss you as you kiss me back. My hunger to touch you sated, I make out with you in the sheep skin, flesh to flesh, mind to mind, heart to heart.

As we mend into one person in that moment, I run my hand into your hair and grab it, tightly at first, but loosening my grip to something more gentle. The desire in me has kicked in hard, I'm wanting you badly, but I can tell you're in a loving mood and I wouldn't want to deprive you of that. I move my kisses over to your cheek and down to your neck, being gentle the whole time. I proceed to continue to kiss and taste your body from your shoulder down to your hips. I give the place in between your legs a gentle kiss as an apology before moving on to kiss down your thighs and lower legs, before slowly coming back up your body until my hips were over yours.

Typically, I would've sat and taken it all, but I decide to sit and straddle your girth with my lips. I let you feel my excitement on you as I grab your hand and raise your palm to my lips, kissing it before placing it on the lovely mound on my chest. I repeat this with your other hand and lean into your hands slightly to encourage you to play with them. As you do, I smile happily and run my fingers in and out of the hair on your chest as I slide my hips forward and back along your length. I desire to both tease you and love on you to satisfy both of our desires. I look up from your chest to see if you're enjoying this as much as myself.

I am enjoying the necking and kissing and am allowing myself to grow my desire, but you are enjoying the touching. I cannot resist that either, so I tell my body to slow and enjoy it all. Your mouth on me, your giving me permission to fondle, your taking me in, it all drives me crazy. I arch my back in pleasure as I match your movements giving you control over your fuck. But dear love, my one and only, you look at me and include me. You are no longer being selfish, so I choose to. With a rapid movement, I lift my body up into yours and rotate us, dick inside you, and drop you back onto the bed. My hands and forearms stretch out over your head and I lean onto them, grasping your hands firmly. My hips slide inside your thighs and I find the angle that goes deep inside you. I take control. I smile as you follow my lead, yours eyes affixed to my own wolffish hunger. We make love this way until I feel you soften and I fill you. Our forearms are sweaty against each other’s. My lips find yours as the sex and the love and the exhaustion overtakes my thoughts Our kiss lasts beyond the lust. I want that connection. I need that love that floods our minds and floats our hearts, so that we may sail into the future and find our sunset.

I bask in the pure joy and love I feel for you as your lips are on mine. I hadn’t expected your response, which added to the excitement. By the gods I’m in love! I run my thumbs along yours in my hands as I raise my legs to wrap around your waist. I’m not ready to physically separate from you, I feel too heady in this moment. I happily continue in this moment, your lips on mine, my thoughts filling your head with, "I love you so much!" repeatedly, our bodies still connected in our love... until you are ready to pull away.

But you don’t. You lay there enjoying the moment as I do. You lay on me with your head on my shoulder and I kiss the back of your head. Resting against your own head with my own, I quietly say excitedly, "My love, this morning I did a lot of thinking of both the good and bad. I fear things are about to get very dangerous and I worry. But honestly, I’m so happy to be here with you that the future isn’t scary right now. Your touch is the most calming thing in my world. Without you, who seems to have been what was able to put me on the right path to no longer ignore my morals, would’ve wiped out that second ship completely including that Minotaur, I would’ve left that mother to suffer without the help of the gods, I would be hiding under Elena’s control by now. But you were there, the most handsome man I’ve ever met. Asking all the burning questions from the first day and pulling information out of me when I normally wouldn’t share. And now, we’re married, getting married again, and expecting the most beautiful baby the True World has ever seen! I’m so ecstatic to celebrate this life with you! Thank you for everything you’ve given me! I love you so much for it!!