Chelsea's POV
The winter came to the island even before we knew it. The frost had been creeping up on the crops, and of course I had to reap them all before they all wilted. It has been already two months since the incident with Daemon and the hostage issue. You can say…. Vaughn and I became official after that- however even if we are a couple, I have to say… We are not used to it. He still is gruff, but hes warmed up greatly since the day I've met him.
Normal POV
The winter breeze bit at Chelsea's cheeks, half her face buried in the fleece of her green scarf. Lacie's soft moos could be heard from the other side of the field- Chelsea ran through the barren fields and to the barn. Lacie had become pregnant; Thus Chelsea made it so that Lacie would be first priority on her list. She felt a little sad- her first baby cow was now a mother.
"G'Mornin' Lacie! Did I keep you waiting?" sad Chelsea, as she trotted on over to the feeder, gathering an armful of the fodder. Lacie's chocolate brown eyes seemed to follow Chelsea as she set the fodder down in the wooden bin. Chelsea took some of the fodder into her hands and hand fed Lacie as she stroked her back.
" You and Auntie Claire are mothers soon, can't you wait?"
However something worried Chelsea even more; it was December, and her Brother's birthdays were nearing- which also meant the days they died. Chelsea hid her sadness- she didn't want to burden the people of the island even more than she already had. Especially Vaughn- she felt like she had only been getting in trouble and getting saved by him. Always.
Chelsea, after wrapping Lacie in a flannel blanket, fed the chickens, and headed to town;she had to address everyone that she would be gone for the holidays to go back to her home village.
-On the ship from Bluebell Town and Konoha Village-
Vaughn rolled down his sleeves as he threw the last crate onto the ship; he also had been taking in some sheep and horses into the town a couple hours before. A roll of sweat dripped from his chin, and the winter breeze caressed his brow. Vaughn stared off into the clear blue sky that stretched before him. Starting for a while, he started to rub his eyes- he kept seeing Chelsea's face, her honey colored hair billowing, her aquamarine eyes- he pinched the bridge of his nose, as the edge of his Stetson hid his exhausted expression. He banged his head on the wall of the ship cabin. Again. And Again. James then grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him violently.
" Dude- DUDE- You sir, are dying, GO SEE YOUR GIRLFIREND." He then put him upright and stared directly at him. " This is really painful to watch. You have been banging your head on the walls of the cabin like this for the whole week. Dude."
Vaughn's eyeballs rolled in the white of his eyes as he formulated his expression into a angry one. "James. I'm just a little tired. Now let me go."
James gave him a smirk and pushed him away. " Oh yeah I'll let go. But you should be happy- Boss has given you a vacation."
Vaughn grabbed the collar of James's tee and growled. " Stop joking. I never miss work. Cut it out."
James put on a firm face while he stuck out his tongue. "Nope. Not joking this time."