Hello! For once I'm going to do a disclaimer! Its kinda obvious that I don't own Robin Hood but if I did Will would be married to me! Um...this idea just came to me and I doubt I have got the characters right and I don't know if I'll actually go anywhere with it but there you go. I start stories but never finish them!

Djaq stared down half horrified, half in awe of the bundle cradled awkwardly in her inept arms. Two huge, sapphire blue orbs stared back into her face, bewildered and so innocent of the new and brilliant world that they had been brought into. For the first time the infant laid eyes on everything that had been unknown to it in the womb, blinking in the unexpected light. Its tiny hands clenched and unclenched experimentally and its arms wiggled, relishing the space in which to stretch and move.

The Saracen still stared, inspecting every inch of the baby, its tan skin, the colour of a rabbit kitten's first coat of fur, darker than the milky white of many English men but fairer than her own brown colour. She took in the few black tresses of hair that crowned the top of its small, delicate head, like a fragile halo.

The being in her hands was so little and vulnerable and defenceless yet she was in fear of it. This was alien to her; never had she birthed a child before. The whole concept of having an infant outside of marriage, of giving her way her honour prematurely was despised in her culture, in her religion, but she was in England now. That seemed to change everything. A certain man had changed everything.

And now she had a child. She had hid the gradual growing and ripening of her usually flat plain of stomach from the men of camp. They weren't very observant of her shape and routine so that added to her advantage along with the slightly looser clothing she chose to wear during her gestation period.

Only John had noticed her sickness in the first few weeks of pregnancy as he was up early in the morning to bathe and go on walks. Occasionally he would be there to rub her back when it got particularly bad but often he just left her to it like most of the outlaws did when she went through her monthly bleed. When he had questioned her on the reason for the nausea she explained that she had a common bug that she must have picked up from somewhere and luckily the gentle woodsman had not pressed further.

In her last stages the woman found she obviously could not fight in the usual battles that came with being one of Robin Hood's outlaws and discovered that volunteering to be the one to stay back at camp or do some other errand that did not involve swords proved very good for her state. Surprisingly, none of the men commented on her lack of enthusiasm for battles then. Will occasionally gave her the odd, puzzled glance but never thought more of it.

Showed how much he cared, Djaq thought bitterly. Here she was in a foreign country with an infant she had birthed all by herself in the depths of Sherwood forest, away from civilisation and any help she may seek during labour, living as an outlaw with a group of mostly uneducated men and the man that had caused all this had barely even acknowledged her existence since that night.

She remembered it well. Will had gone out to fetch some would for some new furniture he was making for the camp and she had offered to go with him. He had agreed, happily, his eyes shining with delight at the thought of spending time with her. She was joyous too. Djaq had not been oblivious to Will's meaningful looks and touches of their bodies when doing daily tasks like cutting vegetables for a stew or helping to start a fire. She wanted to take it further, see what happened as it had been a long time since she felt that much like a woman. To be looked at by the young carpenter and revered for her beauty was not at all unwelcome considering she had not been in a relationship since the day she took her dead brother's name and became Djaq, the feisty, independent, Saracen boy. It refreshed and revitalised her, allowed her to feel attractive.

They had walked for awhile, Will occasionally darting off into thickets to reappear with chunks of fallen wood or logs which he would then decide were not perfect and chuck back. It was after about the tenth time he did this when Djaq asked.

"Do you want wood or is there another reason you brought me out here?" Will had blushed the colour of his name and then said.

"Would you like to stop here, Djaq?" he gestured to a clearing in the forest where the trees above thinned to give a beautiful view of the millions of twinkling stars above embedded like jewels in the velvety black sky, "For a rest."

"Um…alright," she had nodded, apprehensively and the two had lain back on the floor side by side. "The night is very lovely."

"Yes, it is. I like coming here just to watch the sky. Sometimes I even see bright lights shooting across. It's amazing," the man whispered.

"Stars are so beautiful," Djaq said, "But Will, why have you brought me here?" There was silence for a short period as the woman waited for Will's reply.

"I brought you here, Djaq, because I want to tell you something."

"Tell me what?"

"I'm getting to that, you are so impatient," Will grinned at the Saracen lying beside him. He felt so at peace, so happy with the woman he loved.

"Sorry," Djaq apologised.

"I want to tell you…" This was it. This was the time he would tell her. He had been waiting so long to tell her. "I love you."

Djaq's heart had almost stopped as those three words issued from the young man's mouth. She knew he meant it. Will never said anything unless he meant it, this was from the heart, he was putting his feelings out on the line something that the Saracen had never seen him do. But he was doing it for her. He cared that much, so deeply, he was willing to express all his emotions.

"I…Will…I…l-like you a lot," she began, no that sounded wrong, so uncaring, "I love you too." As she said this she wasn't quite sure what she meant by it. She was aware that she may be throwing those words out a bit too careless of the consequences but with Will's honest, open face staring at her, so eager and hopeful she didn't know what else to say.

His face broke into a broad smile, one that she was sure she had never seen on his face. It was so ecstatic so pleased, a complete contrast to his usually surly, stoical expressions when his brow was knitted in concentration on whatever he was doing whether it be whittling wood or listening to one of Robin's hair brained schemes.

And then she found his face moving slowly closer. Her breath caught in her throat as her brown eyes connected with his sky blue ones and their lips met in a gentle kiss full of love.

After that Djaq did not really want to remember what had happened. It wasn't that it had been bad it was just that it was a huge, dirty blemish on her honour and she just wanted to forget it but that was hard considering the product of that one mistake was lying in her arms making strange little grunting noises, its face creasing into what the woman feared would soon become full on wailing.

"Shh, little one, shh," she murmured and brought one finger up to brush the child's nose softly and soothingly. This seemed to have the desired effect and the infant ceased its grizzling.

Suddenly she heard a yell; several yells in fact, all full of concern and all shouting the same word. Her name. Robin and the others were coming.

Um...yeah, review and tell me what you think. Thanks