A/N: Hello everyone, hope you all enjoyed your week and are ready for the weekend. I have a new chapter for all of you and I hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 13: Walking

Two weeks went by since her father's visit and she still was finding it hard to believe everything. Her father told her of his approval of Erik and that English will withdraw its troops from Scotland. However, he didn't tell of Erik's plan to propose; that he will leave a surprise. Tor had ordered to rearrange Erik's tent to have a single bed for Erik and Christine and bring a baby bed into the tent. He had Christine sleep in single tent while their tent was being rearranged. Though she tried to spent as much time with Erik as possible, he was asleep most of the time. The doctor had given him medicine that made him sleepy. Christine didn't mind too much; she knew if he were awake more, he'd be fighting to get out of the bed. Doctor's orders were two months of bed rest before resuming using his leg. Of course, Erik was mad and tried arguing, but he was clearly outnumbered and had to obey the doctor's orders.

Two months into Erik's recovery and the doctor finally allowed Erik to start using his leg. Though he was surprised that Christine managed to keep Erik in bed for those two months, it paid off as Erik's leg was healing good. However, there was still a lot of recovery left and with Erik now allowed to use his leg, the doctor ordered him not to rush or else there would be more damage to his leg and the next time he would have to operate on the leg would be to amputate the leg. That threat alone was enough and Tor's threat too of course. The first day, Erik's leg was practically stiff as a board.

"Daingead!" He basically yelled as the doctor tried bending his leg to get the muscles moving. Christine and Tor stood by the tent flaps, watching and waiting to see how long until Erik punches the doctor.

"Bidh e a leòn gus na fèithean agad an sgriubha. (It will hurt until your muscles loosen)" The doctor tried explaining. He tried massaging the muscle of the thigh and could feel how stiff they were. "Christine..." He motioned her over, however he realized his English was terrible and she was still learning the language. Tor and the others have been trying to help her, but Gaelic wasn't an easy language to learn and she still have a lot of lessons left. "Um ... bhiodh cuimhn 'agaibh fuine a chas fèithean, cuiribh? (Um...would you mind kneading his leg muscles, please?)" He asked and Tor translated.

"Tha (yes)." She replied and let the doctor step aside. Feeling him winch under her hands as she massaged his thigh, she tried to keep her thoughts appropriate. However, it had been weeks since he last touched her and she was starving of his touch, as well as him.

"Luath, mo aingeal (soon, my angel)" He whispered, thinking the same thing. Blushing, she smiled at him as her hands continued to loosen his tight muscles. Hearing the doctor say something to Tor, her head turned to look in their direction.

"He says for now, we will work on moving his leg before letting him put pressure on it." Tor translated for her, making her nod. "It will be weeks before he will be released, but before you give birth." Smiling, she was glad that he'd be healed by the time the baby arrived.

A week later, Christine was able to glance at herself in the mirror. Lifting the chemise, she saw the bump growing. She was almost at four months and even her chemise could no longer hide her bump. Her dresses were being loosen to allow her growing bump. Smiling down at her bump, her hand cradled it. She hadn't shown Erik, wanting to wait for the right moment.

"Christine? A bheil thu math? (Are you decent?)" She heard Arrow's voice outside the tent. Quickly putting the chemise back on and a plaid to cover herself, she was decent enough.

"Thigibh ann (come in)" She answered, trying to speak more Gaelic instead of English to learn it better. Hearing the flaps open, she watched him walk inside.

"Tor wants you, there seems to be some trouble with Erik." He told her. Not saying another word or bothering to dress, she rushed out of the tent. Outside the hospital tent, she saw some of the warriors by the flaps. They parted, allowing her to walk inside. She stopped dead when she sat Erik sitting upright, his legs hanging out the bed.

"I was told there was some trouble." She said, confused. Erik didn't seem in trouble, but there had to be something else.

"He's refusing to try and walk again." Tor answered. "He tried yesterday, but..."

"But?" She asked. "What happened?" She demanded. Not answered, his pulled his plaid up to reveal fresh stitches at where his wound was. He had reopened his wound from falling since he leg still couldn't fully support him.

"Not again." He said, indicating he did not want to try again. As stubborn as he normally is, she was shocked that he didn't want to try again.

"We tried everything, but he is a stubborn man." Tor said to her.

"A h-uile thu taibhsean tha rag-mhuinealach. (All of you ghosts are stubborn)" The doctor commented. Christine thought for a moment, a way to get him walking.

"Fàg dhuinn, cuiribh. (leave us, please)" She ordered. Both men nodded and left the tent. Once they were gone, Christine stepped away from the flaps. Watching her, he noticed the look on her face.

"What are you planning?" He asked, keeping his eyes on her.

"You need to start walking again, Erik." She told him, keeping the plaid wrapped around her.

"I am not ready." He said to her.

"What happened to the fearless warrior I fell in love with?" She asked, tilting her head. "The man who fears nothing and wouldn't let a would stop him."

"He has a child on the way, Christine." He answered. "I didn't have a family before, only the warriors. If I died, I wouldn't be leaving a child fatherless." Nodding, she understood. He was being more careful now that he had her and their unborn child to worry about.

"You passed the hardest part, Erik. You need to start using your leg." Loosening the plaid, she let it drop. Watching the fabric fall, his eyes glanced at the bump he could see.

"Christine..." Smiling, she held out her hand to stop him from speaking. Closing his mouth, he watched as her hands grabbed the fabric of her chemise, lifting it above her head. She stood in front of him now, naked and bare to him. The bump in full view to him. "Mo àlainn aingeal. (my beautiful angel)" He marveled at her. She was beautiful, she was always beautiful; but she was more beautiful. "Thig ... cuiribh (come...please)" He held out his hand, but she shook her head.

"Come to me." She softly ordered. Dropping his head, he smirked. He knew what she was doing. She knew he could never resist her and that was a weakness to him. Staring at her, his stubbornness was kicking it. Sighing, he look down at his legs.

"Bhuannaicheas tu ... an àm seo. (You win...this time)" He muttered as he pushed himself up, making his legs support him. Swaying a little, Christine watched as he found his balance. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward. Winching in pain, he forced himself to ignore it. She watched him slowly take another step, followed by another and another. Minutes later, he was standing in front of her. A little breathless, but he did it. Smiling big, her hand took his and placed over the bump. "Our child..."

"Our child." She repeated as his lips softly kissed hers. Returning his kiss, her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Feeling the bump against his stomach, he made sure to keep a safe distance so not to hurt the baby. Taking her hand, he led her back to the bed. Sitting back down on the bed, his head bend down to kiss her bump. Smiling happily, she lowered herself onto his lap. His arms wrapped around her body, holding her to him. He knew he would walk again, he was ready. For this baby, he would be ready.

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