I've been busy, but here is more. :)
::Sleepless Nights and Babies::
Kit could feel the hairs on her arm shiver in both excitement and fear. The light from the candle cast her shadow on the dark walls, and she felt Nat's gentle lips at her collarbone.
"Are you cold, Mistress Eaton?" He teased playfully. "You cannot even begin to know how much I love the sound of that."
Kit could barely keep her voice steady. "Sound? Of what?"
"Your new last name."
His arms were holding her tightly, but softly, and Kit closed her eyes to steady her breathing. She had never been this close to a man before, and now here was her new husband (she almost fainted at the word) embracing her passionately. Beneath her thin nightgown, Kit could feel Nat pressing against her.
This is it. My wedding night. She thought. The joining of two souls, complete.
"Mistress Eaton?"
Nat had hesitated, his blue eyes looking into his bride's eyes mischievously.
Kit took a breath. "Yes?"
"I believe your blushing."
"It's a little warm in here…"
Nat traced the neckline of Kit's collar. "I bet it is."
There was only her breathing as Nat slowly unlaced the collar, each undone string speeding up Kit's heart.
There was no speaking after that and Kit closed her eyes as Nat kissed her one last time before taking her in his arms and in his heart.
*
"So," Judith began with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Are you tired?"
Kit looked at her cousin, her eyes wide. "No. Of course not."
They were sitting with Mercy in the main room, sewing and talking.
"Oh?" Judith continued with her strange expression. "You look tired. And last night couldn't have given you enough sleep…"
"Judith!" It was Mercy this time, with her cheeks aflame. "Do you have no restraint at all?"
"Well, it's not like she doesn't know very well what I mean. And you too, for that matter."
"This is a very inappropriate subject."
"Stop being so prudish."
Kit was quiet, trying to concentrate on her stitching. How can Judith be so forward? I suppose I shouldn't be shocked.
"Anyway," Judith contiued. "I think it's absolutely amusing how married women should get so flustered. How shall I ever tell you when I'm expecting a child?"
Kit was about to reply, when she was suddenly struck by Judith's tone. She looked at her cousin suspiciously.
Mercy was just as still, her grey eyes wide. "Judith?"
There was a glow to Judith that neither girl had noticed before, a sort of careless, happy grin on her face that made her eyes sparkle.
"You cannot mean…" Kit could not say it, even as her mind screamed it. Judith can't be.
"Well, thank you for your congratulations."
Mercy leapt from her seat and threw her arms around her sister. "Judith, I am so happy!"
Judith merely laughed, hugging Mercy back with gentle arms. "Thank you, Mercy."
Kit approached her cousin with a slight smile. "I never imagined you with a child, Judith. But somehow it seems so right."
Judith grinned and squeezed Kit tightly. "I'm so happy you're with us Kit."
Kit recalled the time when she had almost left New England for Barbados. She had been so close to saying goodbye, but then Nat changed everything. "I am too, Judith."
Thank you to Aquarius Angel, dancegirl232, literaryfreak, WindyCityGirl, Peeta's Lover, and howlsatthemoon for being so lovely and encouraging! :)
