Chapter 4

AN: Sorry I forgot to put this in other chapters, but I will be answering reviews! Yay! Well actually im only doing one or two but I will answer reviews if you have a name and not guest, and if you ask a question. Thanks!

Skatzaa: thank you for keeping track of this story! I love your reviews! More coming soon!

Disclaimer:

I don't own the Scorpio Races and such.

Sean's POV

Over the weeks that followed, as Puck's stomach grew larger, her temper became shorter. If I did anything wrong, she quickly took note of this and was upset for hours. She got Corr and Dove's feed mixed up and blamed me. When I denied it, she ignored me for hours. Finally, I've had to confine her to our room. That night I crawl into bed with her and she turns pointedly away from me. I sigh. "What did I do now, Puck?" she doesn't answer. "Fine then." I get up and walk into my old room.

I stay there the rest of the night.

The next morning, she seems to be in a better mood. "Morning." she mumbled. I simply nod at her, m annoyance seeping out in every movement. "I'm going to feed the animals." I slip on my threadbare blue jacket and step out into the wind. I stumble to the barn, the cold north wind buffeting me every step of the way. When I finally reach it, I sigh and lean against the wall. The animals look out their stalls expectantly and I groan. "Ok, ok."

Hurrying into the tack and feed room, I get a couple of plastic bins and pour sweet feed into one and put a pile of dead mice in the other. I have to smile in amusement, remembering how Puck had given Dove the mice and Corr the grain. I had never seen horses look so confused. Walking back out, both horses paw and pace anxiously. I give Corr his first, sliding it under his metal door and he digs into it. "You're not starving." I chid, but he pays me no heed except a flick of his ears. I sigh and head to Dove and Red. Red is already suckling, though with difficulty as Dove snorts and paces. I chuckle and slide it under her door. She grunts happily before stuffing her muzzle in the pan.

"'Welcome." I mutter and walk back to the feed room. I get a cup of oats for the cow and pull down the bucket and stool. Entering her stall, she looks at me with large brown eyes and lows sadly. I give her the oats and begin milking her. As I work, I guiltily think of how I had pretty much given Puck the silent treatment this morning. She deserved better, it's my fault I put her in this situation. I purse my lips and finish up, hastily putting some milk in Molly's dish ad scattering some seeds for the chickens before starting towards the entrance. Suddenly, the wind carries a harsh coughing towards me and Puck blunders in, a blanket wrapped around her and her shoulders hunched as she coughed more. I hurry over to her. "Puck! What are you doing?! You know the sickness hasn't left yet!" Puck manages to catch her breath and stands up straight. "I think we have to talk."

Puck's POV

I take a deep breath, hoping that the talk I had planned would work. I look him over and have to grin. He has straw caught in his hair and coat and his pale skin is flushed red from the cold wind. "Look, I know I haven't been a little angel these few days..." he rolls his eyes and mutters, "You don't say!" but I glare and continue. "But according to all these people, that's what's supposed to happen and we just have to be patient with each other." I gather the courage to look up at him. He's looking around thoughtfully, looking a bit embarrassed. "So... We're ok?" he gathers me in a hug that warms me to the inside of my bones. "Oh Puck... I'm sorry. We will always, ALWAYS be ok. I promise. Ok?" I look at him. "Really?" he smiles.

"Really."

Sean's POV

We spend the rest of that day and the night in the hay loft, I curled around her to keep her warm. I have a sudden surge of protection towards our child growing inside her and smile at her belly. She looks at me. "What are you doing?" I glance up at her. "Oh, nothing." she looks at me, eyes knowing. "I see. Now I just hope it comes soon. I feel like a bloated whale." I frown a little. "You sound like you don't want it." she sighs. "Well, not nessecarily. I really wasn't planning on having kids, if any, till I was a bit older." I stare at her in amazement. She sounded so... Defeated. I start to wish that we hadn't done what we had that night. "I'm sorry Puck." she grunts in what I assume is acceptance and turns over. I sigh and follow suit, then quickly curl around her small frame to protect her from the wind.

AN: Yay! They made up! Slightly. Kinda. So anywho, I have no clue whatsoever what I'm doing about the kid. So I'll leave it to you. Since I imagine this off Ireland, they'll be Irish names. Mostly. Everyone who reviews gets Sean to give them brownies!

Sean: What?...

Me: Do it.

Sean: *Sighs* Fine.

Me: Yay!

And since I mostly had Sean POV in this chappie, I'll do all Puck in the next one. The chapters probably won't be as regular (pffff like they already are) since school starts for me and so does regular horseback riding, piano, and cross country. Review!

Girls

Meara

Reina

Holly

Cadhla

Ciara

Boys

Oliver

Odran

Leo

Dara

Donn