Garret leaned against the table. His head in his hands, he was waiting for her to come home. The night was settling in and Aiden was cooing on the window sill. The night was sinking to the ground, the stars coming out, and he imagined them shining down on her as she came from the lake. Her hair tousled in the night air, a hum in her throat, a light air in her step. Kaylee was a vision, no man needed sight to see that.
But he heard no footsteps no creak of the door. She had been gone to bathe to long, and he began to worry. His foot tapping, Aiden knew the sign of anxiety and flew to his side. Garret stood then, and walked to the fire, he felt the warmth, and patiently waited. Kaylee stood outside their fenced in yard, they were awaiting news from Arthur, another mission, another adventure beating around the corner. But here they were behind the picket fence. Saving Camelot. A fluke? Sometimes Kaylee wondered, her hand drifted to her stomach where the swell of new life pulsed. She smiled to herself. It was time to tell him, but then she would have to sit out. Have to wait to join him in the field again, and here was the curse and the joy of her womanhood, beating beneath her skin.
Garrett let out a sigh as he heard the familiar pitter pat of her feet. Kaylee opened the door and hovered there for a moment. He turned and smiled at her.
"Garrett, I'm sorry I worried you,"
"A knight of the round table taking a little longer at the bath? Why worry?"
She laughed and he was solid again.
"Garrett I have news, you might want to sit down for this one?"
"What Vikings pillaging? A dragon to slay? Maidens in distress?"
Kaylee gently pushed him down in his chair, and sat in his lap. He held her close to him, and felt her soft breathing on his neck. This was the peace he never thought he find. Then there was a gust of wind, disturbed Aiden shrieked. The shutters shook.
"Garret?!" Kaylee asked.
In walked a hooded figure, and Garret stopped, holding Kaylee close, those footsteps they sounded so familiar. A chuckle came from under the cloak.
"He recognizes me,"
And the voice beneathe the hood chimed. Kaylee stood up, grabbing her sword from the mantle.
"Still playing with Daddy's toys?" the figure asked.
Kaylee rushed the figure, who snapped her fingers and Kaylee was frozen in place.
"Amazing," the figure started. "I remember this fear. I remember meeting myself, and I know what happens next."
"Get out of my home," Kaylee shouted.
Garrett moved , and with a flick of the wrist the woman had him still as well.
"Stay." She commanded.
She moved toward him, and touched his face. There was nostalgia in her finger tips, and Garret shook his head. It couldn't be. It was impossible.
"I missed you," she said.
The woman pulled back her hood, and kissed Garret passionately on the lips. Kaylee was stunned into silence, and watched frozen as the hooded figure pulled back from her husband, and Kaylee stared at her own face.