Hello readers, welcome to another one-shot. Geez you guys review super quickly. I got five reviews in one day! Wow! Anyway thanks for your support! Enjoy!

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Genevieve touched her swollen belly through her shirt, listening to the thin breeze lightly ruffling the growing leaves.

She had found out she was pregnant five weeks ago after visiting Doctor White. She was ecstatic, but worried at what Connor would think. To her relief, he was glad. Hell, he was more than glad, but Genevieve could tell that he was worried about him becoming a father, since his own was never there for him.

She never doubted him though.

Genevieve picked at the green grass below her cross legged form. She was currently thinking of baby names. She put into account some Native American Indian names as well, since her husband was one. Her favourite was 'Chaska' if the baby was a boy. It was the name given to the first son born.

Two arms suddenly appeared around her waist and she leaned back into the frame behind her. Genevieve leaned back into his shoulder and let out a sigh.

"Khwe." Connor greeted with a smile and Genevieve returned it.

"Hello. How was hunting?"

"Good, I returned with some deer. An elk also made an appearance and charged at me." Her eyes widened and she turned her body around to face him.

"You didn't get hurt did you?"

"Its antlers only grazed my arm. Only a scratch." He reassured her, but Genevieve didn't look too convinced.

"Let me see." She rolled up the sleeve of his shirt to find a reddened scratch along his arm. Her finger traced the scar, making Connor shiver due to her cold hands. She placed a quick kiss to the wound and another to his cheek. "I'm glad you're okay. You always worry me when you go out hunting."

"I do not mean to."

"I know." Connor quickly scanned her facial features, noticing the bags forming under her eyes.

"You look tired." He stated.

Genevieve chuckled and rubbed her stomach. "Thanks to this little one." A crooked smiled crossed his face and Connor placed a hand on her belly.

"What have you considered for names?" He asked, catching her eye.

"I really like the name Chaska, if we do have a boy. I remember you mentioning it to me."

"I like that name as well." His lope sided smirk reappearing. "If we bare a girl, I was thinking Aiyanna, for it has English and Native decent."

"They're perfect." Genevieve said with a grin.

"Genevieve," Connor began, staring at the ground. "I worry I will not be a good father."

Her eyebrows furrowed and she moved her hands to the side of his face. "You will be an amazing father Ratonhnhakéton. You protect me, the homestead and you will protect our child. Just because your father wasn't there for you doesn't mean you won't be." He sighed and removed her hands from his face, kissing her palms.

"Nia wen."

"I only speak the truth. Now come, I will fix supper." Connor stood up, heaving Genevieve to her feet as well.

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After finishing the remains of the deer Connor had caught, the couple found themselves on the couch, entangled in each others arms. Genevieve had fallen asleep, but the native was still wide awake. His thoughts were running wild. He had a new responsibility now, someone else that needed him.

He wouldn't fail them like he did his people.

Connor tucked a loose strand of the brunette's hair behind her ear and gently lifted her into his arms. Her head laid on his shoulder, bobbing up and down lightly as he stepped. He kicked open the door to the bedroom as quietly as he could and placed his wife in the cot, making sure she was on her side. Connor climbed in next to her, making the bed dip and he pulled the covers over them. He shuffled closer to the sleeping girl, draping a protective arm over her and the unborn child. Carefully, he slid an arm under Genevieve pulling her closer to him; it was harder now that she was pregnant. Instinctively, she grabbed the fabric of his shirt making Connor smile.

"Ratonhnhaké ton?" Genevieve's voice was muffled from sleep.

"I am here." He took her hand and placed a kiss to it. "I am sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep."

She waved off his comment. "Do not worry. Where are we?"

"In the bedroom, I carried you upstairs." She mentally slapped herself, remembering where they originally were.

"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have fallen asleep on you."

"I do not mind." Genevieve reached for his hand and placed it on her stomach. "Genevieve, what are you-,"

"Our little one is kicking." She answered, her eyes still closed. Connor's eyes widened, feeling the thump against his fingers and his smile lengthened tenfold. They both laid in silence, just enjoying the movement of their unborn baby. Soon the kicking stopped, leaving a joyful Connor and Genevieve.

"Does the baby do that often?"

"Sometimes, but I don't mind. It's nice knowing that this one's like his father. Always moving." Genevieve gave him a teasing look and Connor chuckled.

"Go to sleep Genevieve. You're need to rest."

"Okay," She let a yawn pass through her before continuing. "Goodnight Ratonhnhaké ton. I love you."

"Konnorónhkwa."

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The sun rays streamed through the window, gently hitting the couple in the bed. Connor stirred and moaned, not wanting to wake up yet. Genevieve, who had been awake for a while, touched his face with her fingertips. He opened an eye and gave a small smile.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" He gave an affirmative nod and kissed her nose making her giggle. He loved that sound.

"You will make a wonderful mother."

"And you will make a wonderful father." She playfully poked his chest and grinned. "Don't you forget it either." Connor always admired her for making his lightening his mood; she just made him smile at even the worst of times. He sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed, just as he was about to get up, an arm grabbed his wrist.

"Stay?" Genevieve pouted. "Just for a bit longer."

How could he say no?

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