Several weeks had past and Charlotte was feeling much better after her dramatic delivery. She had regained consciousness within the hour after the birth of her son. She had lost a lot of blood, but the effort had made her body shut down for a moment. Tavington had never been as much worried as he thought he had lost her. He had seen many things in his life; battles, torture, wounded men, but it was all nothing in comparison of the scene he saw that day when he entered his bedroom.

She was a wonderful mother, as he thought she would be. She was caring, patient, literally glowing even if she would not sleep much. He, on the counterpart, was extremely tired. He had gone to battle or raid almost every day and he hoping to catch some sleeps when he could.

The night was still young, but after kissing goodnight his son, he collapsed on the bed. Charlotte came into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She took off her nightgown and slid her naked body between the sheets. William was already sleeping; she could hear his steady breathing. She cuddled him from behind, one arm around his chest, right over the scar he got in Cowpens. Her head rested in the back of his neck, nuzzled in his ebony hair. She knew the war was not going as well as it had been the last years. The rebels were wining more and more battles. British were losing ground. As scary thoughts went through her brain of what might happen to William, she held him tighter in her arms.

He turned around and slowly opened his eyes. His hands run over her naked body and he sketched a smile on his face. He claimed her mouth possessively. Her body was his tonight. Since she became a mother, he felt like he had to share her with his son. She would devote her time to Philip and not to him anymore. Of course he understood although he could not help a bit of jealousy. Others nights, when he would make advances in bed, she would turn him down, saying she was tired, or Philip would woke up. He listened carefully and heard no sound from the baby's room.

He felt her body shiver under his touches. She ran her hands down his shoulders, on his arms and around his back, resting on his buttocks. He pushed her on her back as his tongue wrestle with hers. Her hands slide back up his back, her fingernails scratching his skin. When she heard him moan in her mouth, she felt like they were newlywed again. The last year was difficult, but they were still there for each other.

She parted her legs and he settled between her tights. His mouth left a trail of wet kisses down her chest before stopping on her nipple. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched. She missed him so much. His fingers teased her before entering her soaking wet entrance. He could not help but smile when he felt her desire for him. She could not wait any longer and she grabbed his head, forcing him to look at her. She whispered "I want you so bad" and he would not be told twice. He rested on his elbow, sliding his forearms under her shoulders and entered her slowly. She could feel this delightful stretch she had not felt in so long. He looked deeply in her eyes as he started to thrust in and out of her slowly. One of her hand moved to get his hair out of his face. He nuzzled his face in her neck as his pace sped up.

They heard sounds from the baby's room and both of them stopped moving, not making a sound for a few seconds. Philip seemed to have felt right back asleep since there were no noises anymore.

They looked at each others, and slightly giggled. She pushed his torso and made him roll on his back. Her hands settled on his shoulders for a anchor point. She started to rolled her hips over and over again. His gaze could not leave her chest; her breasts bouncing up and down as she moved on him. His hands wandered on her hips than on her back. He pulled her torso over his and held her tightly as he started to pound her. He felt her body started to contract as she moaned in his ear. He rolled her over back their initial position, where he could be in total control. He was on the edge of his pleasure, but was exerting iron control on his own desire. When he felt her fingernails dug in his back, he fastened his pace. Gosh, I don't want this to end, he thought. Her back arched and she was overwhelmed by a power full orgasm. He collapsed on top of her right after a few thrusts through her body's contraction.

The lovers remained unmoving, still recovering from their pleasure. She caressed tenderly his hair as he kissed her neck. The reality came back in no time.

"Will, don't fight tomorrow. Stay with me."

"You know I can't, Lily," he said as he rolled back to his side, holding his head on his folded arm.

"I have this weird feeling, my love," she pleaded as she faced him and hugged him tightly.

"Tomorrow might be the last battle. After, I will be with you always."

…

Tavington was fighting that day, but felt something in the air was different. The British plan for the battle was not coming as they were expecting. He was still giving his all and killed any man who crossed his path.

He turned his heard around when he heard the trumpet. Cornwallis had sounded the retreat. He could not believe his ears. He gathered his dragoons and rode their way back to British camp.

All the way, his thoughts could not run any faster in his head. Since the British surrendered, he could not have the land Cornwallis promised. His actions in his chase of the Ghost prevented him from going back to England. The first thing he needed to do was get his family in a safe place.