Note: I do not own these characters. if I did . I would be a very happy
person. The happy person is Tamora Pierce, not I.
The Child
Chapter One
Numair felt the sun creeping in through the windows. He got up slowly and carefully as not to disturb the person in bed with him-his wife of two years-Daine. As he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he contemplated over the last two years with his love. They got married shortly after the Scanran scare with Blythe and those metal monsters. Grabbing the window opportunity, they had a quiet wedding amongst friends and animals. Since then, it has been one of the things Numair didn't regret doing. As he fingered his long nose, Daine rolled over in bed. Numair smiled to himself crookedly and pondered whether or not to wake his wife. Deciding against it, he got up silently, and wrapped the covers more tightly around Daine's swelling belly.
It was a little after sunrise when Daine awoke. She noticed that Numair had already left and she could smell the rolls he was baking in their little kitchen. She sat up, letting sleep roll of her eyelids and body. She looked down upon her belly and placed a hand over the six-month-old swell. She smiled, happy to be Numair's wife and happier to be carrying his child. Knowing that she had to teach classes soon stopped her from day dreaming about their child. She carefully pushed herself out of bed-a task becoming harder and harder to do every month, and joined her love in the kitchen.
" Darling." Numair's head turned as he heard her whisper. " Why didn't you wake me up?" Numair walked over to her. " I thought some rest would do you good before the start of the new school year. Those pages can be absolutely daunting. However, I have a few new spells to keep them quiet with.." He trailed off, seeing the smile in Daine's eyes and lips. Quickly realizing her condition, he drew a chair for her. " Sit, magelet, sit. Breakfast will be ready shortly. " No sooner had Diane plopped into the chair than the door burst open, and Nealan of Queescove gasping and sweating came into their kitchen.
The Child
Chapter One
Numair felt the sun creeping in through the windows. He got up slowly and carefully as not to disturb the person in bed with him-his wife of two years-Daine. As he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he contemplated over the last two years with his love. They got married shortly after the Scanran scare with Blythe and those metal monsters. Grabbing the window opportunity, they had a quiet wedding amongst friends and animals. Since then, it has been one of the things Numair didn't regret doing. As he fingered his long nose, Daine rolled over in bed. Numair smiled to himself crookedly and pondered whether or not to wake his wife. Deciding against it, he got up silently, and wrapped the covers more tightly around Daine's swelling belly.
It was a little after sunrise when Daine awoke. She noticed that Numair had already left and she could smell the rolls he was baking in their little kitchen. She sat up, letting sleep roll of her eyelids and body. She looked down upon her belly and placed a hand over the six-month-old swell. She smiled, happy to be Numair's wife and happier to be carrying his child. Knowing that she had to teach classes soon stopped her from day dreaming about their child. She carefully pushed herself out of bed-a task becoming harder and harder to do every month, and joined her love in the kitchen.
" Darling." Numair's head turned as he heard her whisper. " Why didn't you wake me up?" Numair walked over to her. " I thought some rest would do you good before the start of the new school year. Those pages can be absolutely daunting. However, I have a few new spells to keep them quiet with.." He trailed off, seeing the smile in Daine's eyes and lips. Quickly realizing her condition, he drew a chair for her. " Sit, magelet, sit. Breakfast will be ready shortly. " No sooner had Diane plopped into the chair than the door burst open, and Nealan of Queescove gasping and sweating came into their kitchen.