Chapter Twenty Five
"Well, about a month ago I wasn't feeling well so I went to see Danica at the temple, and she said that I-we're going to have a baby!"
"What? We're…you're…pregnant?" Jakob couldn't believe it. His heart swelled up and he felt like he was going to cry. He looked down at her stomach and sure enough she had a small belly barely noticeable under her dress. He moved his hand and placed it on her belly, and Kila placed a hand on top of his.
"I know, it's crazy. But Lydia has been helping me so much, and I couldn't have gotten through anything without her." Kila looked past Jakob and smiled at her, noticing Lydia smile and wipe away a tear.
"Oh stop it, you're making me cry! And my Thane, it's good to have you back. I'm glad everything will be back to normal."
"Thank you Lydia, for looking after Kila. And for everything you have done, we appreciate it greatly." Jakob turned to look at Lydia, not really getting a chance to get to know her before he left.
"Thank you my Thane. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go stay at the Mare for a couple of nights." She grabbed a few things in a pack, and smiled as she left them alone. Both didn't want to say it, but they were grateful that Lydia go the hint and wanted some time alone. That night, Kila made dinner and they talked about everything that the other had missed. Jakob told Kila about Sovngarde and the Hall of Valor and all the people he met along the way, while Kila felt like he did more in two weeks than she did in two months. They stayed up late into the night catching up, both feeling like they had to make up for lost time. Eventually Kila started to yawn, and Kila helped him up the stairs so they could go to bed. They changed into nightclothes then climbed into bed, facing each other and Jakob wrapping his protective arms around her. She missed his warmth and his scent, and the feeling of his hands touching her. She smiled and buried her face into his chest, Jakob kissing her forehead before they both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.
The second night Jakob returned home, the Companions along with Jarl Vignar and everyone in Whiterun threw a huge party. Everyone gathered in Jorrvaskr's main hall at nightfall, and the room was packed with people congratulating Jakob on defeating Alduin and stopping the dragon attacks. Jakob wasn't used to having all this attention focused on him, but soon after he finished his second cup of mead, Kila could tell he was loosening up a bit. They sat at the middle of the large table, and people gathered around to hear how exactly Alduin was defeated. The Companions were especially curious as to what moves he used, Vilkas wanting to learn how to best defeat a dragon if he should meet one in the future. More stories were exchanged and bottles of mead and wine were shared, everyone joining in the celebration and feeling like peace was finally going to come to Skyrim.
And Jakob was happy. He had survived everything that was thrown at him, and made it back to Kila in one piece. He noticed that Kila was beaming that night as she sat next to him and spoke with Aela. He grabbed her hand suddenly and stood up, a tankard of mead in his other hand.
"Everyone! Everyone can I have your attention! Thank you for all of this. Truly, you all are great friends, and I couldn't be happier to be back home," Jakob looked down to Kila, his face flushed from the alcohol, "and I have some good news to share with you all. Kila, the love of my life, is pregnant with our child!" Kila's face turned bright red and smiled, and was pulled up out of her chair by Jakob. Everyone cheered around them, raising their glasses and offering more congratulations. He then wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her in for a brief kiss, eliciting whoops from everyone around them. Farkas, who was standing behind Jakob, raised his tankard and spoke loudly, "To Jakob and Kila!" Their friends all raising their cups, and repeating the toast. In that mead hall, there was nothing but love surrounding everyone.
The party went late into the night, much later than Kila usually stayed up. She stifled a few yawns, and Jakob was tired as well from the alcohol wearing off. They left the party and walked hand in hand back to Breezehome, Kila gazing up to look at the stars like she did every chance she got. Once they were back home, both undressed unhurriedly and crawled into bed, and made love tenderly and slowly.
Kila laid in the crook of Jakob's arm, and slowly played with his chest hair. Just as he started to nod off, he heard her soft voice say his name.
"What is it sweetie?" Jakob opened his eyes and stroked her arm gently.
"Nothing, I'm glad you're back." Kila smiled as she snuggled closer to his chest, and inhaled his scent so she would never forget it again. Just maybe, now they could be happy.