Okay, sorry this has taken me so long to update, but I had a teensy bit of writer's block, but I'm back, I wrote three chapters last night and I hope you're still enjoying this story!

This chapter does get a little smutty at the end, just so you know!

One week turned into two, two weeks turned into three and a strong six weeks later Sara was getting used to life with Wapasha at her house. They called it a store, but it was a house where Wapasha would do the laundry and mend and patch clothes that the men around the town would bring. It was a house owned by Takoda, Wapasha's brother, but he lived off of the property.

Sara began to work there after she moved into the house with Wapasha, and the two found a lot in common as they worked together. Wapasha helped with the baby, and told lots of stories to the baby, and Sara happily helped wash and mend clothes for the store.

Wapasha even admitted that having Sara around was a help, and that she was enjoying having the baby around too.

Ilsa, at seven weeks, was now holding up her own head and was constantly trying to grab objects that either Sara or Wapasha was holding which, while funny at times, could be not great when they were working on mending. She was also smiling and had started to almost sleep through the night, only waking up maybe a fourth of the time.

It had been about a week and a half since the last snow had melted and while there was still a chill in the air, the two had begun to work outside. Ilsa was wrapped in a blanket that people from Wapasha's tribe wrapped their babies in in the winter and she seemed perfectly content with it.

"I'm going to check on Smith's bundle," Sara told Wapasha as she set down the shirt she was putting new buttons on. Wapasha looked at the woman with a fond smile. It had taken some convincing, but Wapasha had soon gotten Sara wearing the type of clothes she had worn when she lived with the tribe for some time, the men around the store had grown to calling her the Fire Indian because of her hair, and if some of them were rude, her attitude.

Sara was currently wearing a buckskin dress that went to just below her knees, and a pair of long buckskin moccasins, each piece of clothing was stitched perfectly and decorated with beads and bone and shells. Sara's red hair was no longer contained in the usual knot she wore it in, and now hung around her face in the long red curls King loved so much.

She walked out to the line of clothes, and checked some of them before deeming them dry enough to take them down. "We're lucky the wind is with us today," She called to Wapasha. "We may get all of the orders finished."

"I think the changing wind carries more than luck with it." Wapasha called back, making Sara frown and look back to the older Indian who was staring out at the small road by the shop. A large wagon was passing by, driven by two oxen, but as it passed, it revealed a very familiar man in a gray suit walking to the fence.

Sara's heart stopped for a moment as she briefly wondered if she was seeing things. King was able to open the gate and walk through it before she dropped the shirt she was taking off the clothes line. She ducked under shirts and trousers as she ran; King caught sight of her and smiled as she ran across the field, before throwing herself into his arms.

"Oomph-" he took a step back, trying to hold her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, covering his face and neck with kisses. He lifted her up again, spinning her around in a circle, before pulling her into a deep, passionate, loving kiss.

"Hello Meine Liebe," he said as he set her down, she stared up at him for a moment before she pulled back, and slapped him across the face, tears flooding her eyes. Both Wapasha and Django, who was leaning against the fence, winced at the movement, but King looked unsurprised. "I can't believe you!" She shouted and raised her hand again, but King caught it before she could make contact.

"Liebe-"

"Don't you Liebe me!" She cried. "Do you have any idea how long it's been?! Six weeks! You left me here for six weeks! You said two weeks- tops!"

"Sara, calm down," King tried to sooth her, making her slap him again, with her other hand.

"Calm Down!? CALM DOWN!?" she bellowed, her accent coming out so thick Django could hardly understand it, a moment later, Django was sure he couldn't understand what she was saying as she shouted wildly at King in a language Django had never heard before. "Conas leomh tú díreach teacht ar ais anseo tar éis an ama seo go léir?! An bhfuil tú aon smaoineamh conas buartha a bhí mé buartha conas-go raibh muid? Riamh tháinig tú ar ais riamh, tá tú scríobh, cad é an ifreann an t-ábhar a bhfuil tú, má d'fhéadfadh do dheartháir a fheiceáil conas tá tú d'fhág mé, bhfuigheadh sé a bheith ar buile! agus chun saoire do iníon? Tá tú dÚsachtach?!" she shoved King's chest slightly before turning on her heel, and starting to march across the mud covered ground.

Her departure was halted however when her moccasin hit a particularly muddy patch and it sent her down into the mud.

"Oh shit," Django whispered and King covered his mouth with his hand before jogging over to her.

"Don't touch me-" Sara said, tears rolling down her face as she seemed to accept her new position in the mud and wiped at her face, trying to wipe away tears but leaving a smudge of earth on her face.

"Sara," King sighed as he knelt down next to her and then sat down in the mud with her. "Come here Liebe," he held his arms out to her, and when she didn't move he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. She leaned into it, letting him hold her as she wrapped her arms around him, crying into his shoulder.

"I thought you were dead," she said through her sobs. "I thought I'd never see you again."

"Shh," he whispered, stroking her hair softly and sighing as he held her. "I would never leave you alone, you know that," he told her as he stroked her hair.

"You left me for six weeks," she hit her fist against his shoulder and he nodded.

"Okay- that's true," he agreed. "But my love, we had to," he said as he pulled back and looked down at her, cupping her face with both hands. "You know a new mother needs to heal, you needed time to heal, Ilsa needed time to grow," he said as he held her face and wiped at her tears with his thumbs. "I couldn't bring you back out there so soon, I had to let the snow melt and I had to collect as many bounties as I could in that time."

"How many did you collect?" She asked and he smiled as he kissed her forehead.

"In six weeks? We collected nine," he told her. "And don't worry, I wrote everything down in your little book," he promised before he sighed as he looked at her. "What do you say, do you forgive me?" He asked and she sighed as she gave him another little punch on the shoulder. "Hey- come on, do you see Django getting into the mud to make you feel better?" He asked as Django walked by the two.

"Nope, and you ain't gonna see that," Django replied as he walked by to greet Wapasha.

Sara sighed and chuckled softly before she looked at King and pushed him softly. He held tight to her and pulled her in, giving her a long kiss before he broke apart and smiled at her. "Forgive me Liebe,"

"Apologize and maybe I'll think about it," she replied and he sighed.

"You drive a hard bargain,"

"Apologize,"

"Sara, my love, the light of my life, I'm so sorry I left you for six weeks and didn't send a message that I was alive. It was selfish and reckless of me, and I regret my actions beyond description," he told her and she scoffed as she looked away. "Too much?" He asked and she looked back at him. He took her hand, all covered in mud as it was, and kissed her knuckles softly before looking back up at her. "I'm sorry," he whispered and she sighed before nodding.

"Thank you,"

"Do you forgive me?" He asked and she scoffed as she started to stand up.

"I'll think about it,"

"Well, until you make up your mind, I am your humble servant, here to do your bidding and worship you until the time that you tell me to stop," he said as he stood up after her, his gray wool suit now covered in mud. He followed Sara back to the house where Wapasha looked him over, looking unimpressed at the two before she shook her head.

"Go, get cleaned up," she sighed and Sara looked down at herself before nodding.

She went then to the well a few yards from the house while King cooed to the baby, picking her up in his arms, smiling at her cheerfully.

Sara got a bucket from the well and carried it into the house and dumped the bucket into the large basin she and Wapasha used to bathe in. After a few trips to the well Sara had filled the tub well enough with cool water, then she started to fill the kettles with water to heat up.

When she had finished heating the water she walked out to the porch where Wapasha had taken Ilsa and looked at King. "Come on," she took his hand and brought him inside.

The house wasn't big, there was a big main room, where their table, and kitchen were, and there were two bedrooms. The tub was kept in the spare room, which Sara had been using, so when Wapasha wanted to bathe Sara had to wait in the main room.

The Schultz couple went into that room and Sara turned her back to King, unlacing the dress at the shoulders before King stepped up behind her and moved her hair out of the way. He kissed her neck as his hands began to untie the dress before he nuzzled her neck lightly.

"Allow me," he whispered against her neck before he let the dress fall around her ankles. Sara didn't turn around, it had been seven weeks since she had given birth and her body was different. Though she had always been slim before her hips were wider, Wapasha called them child bearing hips, and while her waist was still small, she felt the difference in her body every time she took her clothes off. Her stomach hadn't shrunk back yet either, and her breasts were larger, she kept her back to King, running her hand over her stomach, her shoulders tense and King felt that. "Sara?" He asked and she looked over her shoulder at him, tears in her eyes. "Oh, darling," he moved to stand in front of her, cupping her face as the tears started to fall.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as she looked down, King shushing her gently.

"No, no, I'm sorry, I never should have left you for that long," he told her as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"It's not that," she looked up at him, she had been very emotional since King had left, but Wapasha had assured her that feeling that way was normal after giving birth. "I- I look different," she explained.

"Look different? Well Darling, yes, you do," he chuckled. "You look like you did when you lived with Singing Wolf and I rather liked-"

"No," she cut him off, putting her muddy hands on his chest. "I look different," she explained. "My body is different," he seemed to realize what she was saying and he sighed softly.

"Oh- oh Meine Liebe," he wrapped his arms around her, holding her to his chest as he looked down at her. "Did you think I would not love you anymore?" He asked and she shook her head.

"Not that,"

"Did you think I would not be attracted to you anymore?" He asked and let out a soft laugh. "Liebe, your body, different though it may be, is the body that carried our daughter. It is the body that grew our daughter and it is the body that I have longed to be near for the past six weeks," he said as he cupped her cheek and looked down into her eyes.

"My hips are bigger," she told him.

"So?"

"My stomach isn't flat,"

"That did not stop me from loving it when you carried our daughter,"

"My breasts are bigger,"

"Even more of a good thing," he winked and she laughed as he ran his hand along her back comfortingly. "If you don't want me to look at you, I won't, but Sara, Darling," he gave her a wry smile as he pulled her hips closer to his and lowered his voice before asking "Does it feel like I'm affected by your body being different?" She smiled as she felt what he was talking about before she bit her lip and tilted her head to the side.

"Kiss my neck," she requested and he leaned in to do just that with a groan of pleasure.

Sara's hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, plucking them open as he kissed her neck and sucked on her collarbone. His teeth scraped her skin lightly and he moaned as he sucked at her soft skin gently while she finished unbuttoning his shirt.

"Liebe,"

"Hang on," she said as she pushed the shirt and jacket over his shoulders. He complied and helped take them off before she started to work at his pants. "Darling, we have time," he chuckled and she looked at him for a moment before swatting his chest as he grinned.

"Of course we have time for that," she said as she cupped his face, his beard beneath her fingers prickled and tickled the palms of her hands and she leaned in and kissed him. "But I want to get your clothes into the wash before Wapasha finishes for the day," she explained and he seemed to realize for the first time that he was absolutely covered in mud.

"Oh- of course, yes, that would probably be best," he agreed and she scoffed with a small laugh. He slipped out of his shoes and took off his remaining clothes before Sara scooped them and her own clothes up into a pile and dropped them in said pile outside of the door. She closed the door again and only opened it back up when she had taken off her muddy buckskin boots and dropped them into the pile as well before closing the door again. When she turned back, King was sitting in the tub, smiling at her.

"Come here Meine Liebe," he held his hand out to her and she smiled as she walked over and took his hand, stepping into the tub with him. He looked up at her, taking in her body as he let go of her hand to run his hands over her legs, and then her hips before she leaned forward and put her hands on his shoulders. She slowly moved to her knees, straddling his lap as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "You are beautiful," he whispered against her skin as he kissed her collarbone lightly. "You are the goddess I dream of every night, and the one I think of every morning," he said softly before he pulled back to look up at her on his lap. He moved one hand to the back of her head and pressed his forehead to hers as he gazed up at her. "My Darling," he whispered as he looked into her eyes. "You are everything to me,"

Sara sighed as she felt him press his lips to hers, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with a soft moan as his hands began to roam over her body. He moved to kiss her neck and she tilted her head to the side, letting him kiss her neck, smiling as she felt his whiskers tickle her neck while she ran her hand through his hair. "You're everything to me too," she told him softly as his teeth gently nipped at her neck.

She felt one hand move between her legs as he started to move his fingers over her. She let out a breathless sigh as his fingers soon found what they were looking for, gently caressing that very sensitive spot Sara's body let out a small shiver as her arms around his neck tightened. She felt King chuckle softly and his lips began to kiss and suck ever so gently at a spot very high on her neck, just under her ear that made goosebumps break out across her body.

His own firm body under hers was something she had missed so much, and she moved one arm from around his neck, dipping it into the warm water to slide her hand down his chest, then down further to wrap around him in the most intimate of ways, earning a soft groan from her husband.

"Sara," he breathed as she stroked him gently. "Oh Darling,"

"Yes?" she asked sweetly and he chuckled.

"Oh I've missed you," he breathed as her hand worked over him slowly.

She continued to stroke him, to move her hand over his swollen length, while his hand between her legs stilled momentarily. She was in control of this moment, and he would let her have her control. His hands moved to the edges of the tub and he gripped the edges as her hand stroked him slowly, meaningfully, and soon he let out another groan. "Darling," he breathed. "I won't last much longer if you continue this way,"

"Would you like me to stop?" she asked coyly and he chuckled before moving his hands from the edge of the tub to her hips, moving her closer against him.

"Not quite what I had in mind meine liebe," he said as he started to move her down, she was still holding him with one hand so she carefully positioned him at her entrance and sighed softly when she felt him enter her for the first time in weeks.

"Oh- King-" she breathed as she let go of him and wrapped her arms around his neck again. He kept his hands on her hips as she rolled her hips while moving over him. He let out groan after groan of pleasure, his nails digging into the soft skin of her hips while she moved, his head rested back against the edge of the tub as she moved carefully and deliberately, not wanting to spill water all over the floor that she'd have to clean up later. His groans, his sounds of pleasure egged her on and soon he was gasping and opened his eyes to look up at her.

"Darling-" he managed before moving one of his hands from her hip to the back of her head. He pulled her into a kiss, letting out a low groan against her lips as his hips arched up into her, his pleasure peaking as his body trembled.

She kissed him back and when he loosened his desperate grip on the back of her head he moved his hand to cup her cheek, stroking it with his thumb lightly before he finally broke away from her lips and opened his eyes.

"You are," he panted softly. "The most incredible person I have ever met,"

"You're just saying that because of what I did," she teased softly and he chuckled before shaking his head.

"No," he insisted. "No Darling, you're the strongest," he took her hand and kissed it. "Most generous," he took her other hand and kissed it as well. "Powerful," he kissed her jaw lightly. "Beautiful," he kissed the other side of her jaw before pressing his forehead to hers. "Person I have ever met," he told her as he held her hands. "And I thank whatever force out there that I am lucky enough to be married to you,"

"Too much," she whispered with a small smile and he chuckled before shrugging.

"I don't care," he told her simply. "Now, I believe it's my turn,"

With that he drew her into another kiss and moved his hands down her body again, showing her carefully how much he worshiped her body and making her forget how long he had been gone- if only for a few moments.

Okay, I know this chapter was a little shorter, but don't worry we've got some longer chapters coming up soon!