Disclaimer: Mr. John Ronald Reuel Tolkien created and owns the rights to these characters, with the exception of the unborn child, who belongs to me.

Author's Note: Rana Ninque asked for it, and now all the readers of this fic's predecessor, "The Captain & The White Lady," have it. This is the sequel to the aforementioned fic, and I hope it does it justice. It is considerably fluffier, but it's only because, like the prequel, it's in Faramir's POV, and he's feeling very fluffy. You'll soon see why. Sorry the first chapter's so short, but I feel it does all it needs to do to set up the story. R&R!

To Have & To Hold

By Bressa W.

Chapter One

Deep Sleep

Éowyn twitched in her sleep. She rolled on her side and mumbled something. She blinked. Then she snored slightly, and sighed.

Faramir couldn't sleep. He was watching her sleep, and he reveled in her every move. His eyes lingered on her peaceful, resting face, on the outline of her body under the white sheets, and especially on the swell in her stomach that was their unborn child. He smiled, remembering the very night that the beautiful baby, still in the womb, had been conceived. It was on the first night of their marriage, when she'd come to him, wearing only a silken white robe. He'd been pleasantly surprised, and a little apprehensive, even with his wife, because they had saved themselves for this night, they had waited, and it had been worth it.

He remembered the day that she'd told him of the pregnancy, too. She'd left early, telling him that she was going to the market for some zucchini. He'd told her that there was no need, that Ioreth would gladly go and fetch anything she needed. She'd insisted, and it turned out that she came home, not with zucchini or any other vegetable, but with the best news Faramir had received since Denethor passed. That had been four months ago, and already he could see the pleasant lump that signified that the baby was, indeed, growing, and growing fast. He'd never before experienced the mood swings or the cravings of pregnancy, the extra help she needed that he was all too glad to give. Never had he loved anyone more. Never had he been happier.

It was on this happy and exhilarating note that he drifted into a deep sleep, in which he dreamed of Éowyn and the baby that soon would be the start of their life as a family.