Kenna de Poitiers started wiping down her kitchen table, one of her many mindless tasks she did every time her husband went on a hunting trip with their boy, Pascal. Once she tidied up, she sat in a rocking chair and rubbed her hands over her swelling belly.
"You're moving around a lot today, little one. Is it because you miss your papa? I do too," she cooed softly to her unborn child.
She waited a while and then started their dinner, and it finished just in time for the boys to come in the house.
Look at what I shot, Lady Kenna!" Pascal smiled and showed her the rabbits he shot proudly.
"He did very well," Bash smiled just as proudly.
"I can see, I'm very proud of you, Pascal," Kenna smiled and kissed him on top of his head. "Now, go wash up so you can eat."
"Yes ma'am." Pascal smiled and went to wash up.
Bash smiled and wrapped his arms around his wife. "How were my girls today?" he asked as one hand went to Kenna's growing stomach and slowly ran his hand up and down it.
Kenna laughed. "For the last time, you don't even know if our baby is a boy or a girl."
"I'm telling you, a hunter's intuition is never wrong," he smiled his signature crooked smile.
"Fine, we were terribly bored without our husband and papa."
Bash smiled. "I missed you both too. Did you make Pascal's favorite?"
"Yes I did. It's all how we planned it."
"How do you think he'll react?"
"I think he'll be fine. He's been with us all these months, I think he's expecting it. Now you go wash up too. I don't want you dirtying my table," she smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
"Anything for my wife."
…
Pascal, Kenna, and Bash were happily eating their soup when Pascal noticed that Bash and Kenna were staring at him.
"Is everything okay? Am I slurping my soup again? I'm sorry, Lady Kenna. I didn't mean to, I'm trying to be a gentleman."
Kenna giggled quietly and grabbed Pascal's hand. "No, Pascal. You were behaving like a perfect gentleman; Bash and I would just like to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"Well," Bash took Kenna's hand. "We care for you very much, Pascal. We thought we would only keep you safe for a few weeks, but we grew very fond of you. Over the past few months…you've become like a son to us, Pascal."
"And that's what we wanted to ask you," Kenna said. "Would you like to be our son? Would you want us to be your parents? You can say no, of course. It's okay."
Pascal looked very confused and looked from Kenna to Bash. "Be my parents? I thought you already were," he said simply, and went back to his soup.
…
Later that night, Kenna and Bash were tucking Pascal into bed.
"Goodnight, Pascal. Sweet dreams," Kenna smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Goodnight, mama. Goodnight, papa." Pascal smiled at Bash.
Bash smiled fondly. "Goodnight, son." He blew out the candle and closed the door once both he and Kenna were in the hall.
"That went better than I expected," she smiled.
"Me too," he smiled back and put his hand on her belly. "We're a perfect little family now."
