Chapter 3

Po was trapped in the dark swap of his mind. Happiness and uncertainty were the most powerful emotions that pumped through his veins. He wasn't sure how to react to this information that Katsa had given him. He wanted to be happy that he'd have a child of his own, but he knew the strong feelings Katsa had against children. He knew how scared she was of having to bear this child. He could feel her nerves.

"Wildcat," Po started unsure of what to say. "it'll all be ok. I promise you, all will be well." Po pressed his hand into the small of Katsa's back pushing her closer to him as he embraced her. Katsa shook with fear. Tears streamed freely down her face. Katsa felt like she had been hit in the stomach with the hardest hit.

I do not fear an army of men, but the thought of a harmless baby inside of me, having to care for the baby once it is born, well it makes me shake in terror. Katsa laughed without humor. Maybe, just maybe, I will not become pregnant. Maybe, by some miracle like the return of Po's sight, I will not bear a child. Katsa placed a hand onto her stomach. Could there be something alive in their already?

Katsa got off their bed. "I must feed the fire," was Katsa's excuse. She had become stir crazy just laying on their bed drowning in her thoughts. Katsa gasped for air, her breathes came to short and shallow. Once Katsa had left the cabin and the cool wind nipped at her bare skin, she realized she was lacking most of her clothing. Katsa swore under her breath. She grabbed the stack of fire food that was outside the cabin and carried it inside. She tossed them into the fire, not caring which way they landed.

Po stood. He was unsure of the right way to comfort Katsa. Of the top two things on the 'Katsa does not want' list was being married and having children. Po cleared his throat, "Well, you can't be sure your pregnant yet, so do not fret. Once we know then we'll worry."

Katsa wished she could believe Po, but the poisonous thought of bearing a child would always sit in the back of her mind. Katsa tried to smile convincingly but failed. She sighed and replied, "Yeah, your right."

Katsa slipped on a robe made from animal skins. The fur was warm and comforting against her skin. Katsa slipped into bed. For once she didn't want to deal with the muck that filled her mind. Sleep she commanded herself. She wished to sleep for two or three days, maybe even forever. A sigh escaped Katsa's lips as she hoped she could do that in reality before the blackness of sleep over toke her mind.

Po had begun to worry about Katsa after the first full day of her undisturbed sleep. Her essence was still lively; he knew she was not dead. Po had called out to her. He had screamed her name. Still, there was no response from the still figure that laid in their bed. Po cursed and swore into the wind as he went hunting that night. He found himself still closing his eyes and concentrating on his Grace to lead him to his meals instead of his sight. A pool of crimson spilled as his arrow struck a large fat rabbit. Po plucked his arrow out of the rabbit, and carried the dead creature by its ears inside his cabin.

The rabbit meat cooked slowly. Po tried not to worry about Katsa, but failed; how could he not worry about the most important person in his life? Po found himself concentrating on Katsa, maybe trying to pick up on some thought running through her subconscious mind as she slept soundly. Anything he could learn about how she felt right now towards him would ease his worries. Po couldn't help be fear that Katsa may no longer love Po if he made her pregnant.

For the next two days Po did not sleep.

Katsa awoke in a daze. The previous events were a haze in her mind. She wasn't even really sure if they happened; it felt like a dream, well more like a nightmare. Katsa cautiously sat up in her bed and peeked around the cabin. Her gaze lingered on the shape slumped in the corner. It was Po. His body looked twisted and weak. There were dark circles under his eyes which suggested that he went a few days without sleep. He seemed to stare at her with out seeing her, and it frightened her.

"Po," Katsa whispered. There was no response from Po. Po Katsa spoke in her mind. Still there was no response from Po. "PO!" Katsa screamed. His eye twitched, and his face contorted in recognition.

It felt like all of Po's senses were on low, and his Grace was on mute. The sleepless nights had taken quite a toll on his body and mind. As Po concentrated with his last remaining strength he could tell by her thoughts that it had taken a while to get through to him. "You're alright Wildcat," Po remarked. He slowly made his way to their bed before collapsing on it.

"Yes, I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be?" Katsa questioned hesitantly stroking Po's hair.

"You slept...for days...I didn't know if you would wake..." Po mumbled his response, hardly able to move his heavy lips before drifting off into the land of dreams.

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