As the months went by, Kabal discovered more about the prized life Kronika had awarded him. He and his wife, Sareena lived on their own private island off the coast of Australia. They had all the money they would ever need, but also plenty of weapons to take on 'side jobs'.
Not that he would make Sareena work, not while she was with child. She stayed home, cooking small meals but mostly resting. At the three month mark, Kabal brought a doctor to the island and made a remarkable discovery; Sarenna was carrying twins.
Then and there, he made a vow to live only for her, and for his family. He spent the majority of the week at home where he could watch over her. His kindness was well rewarded. As Sareena's pregnant belly grew, so did her sex drive.
Often Kabal would awaken to the feeling of his lover's lips on his cock. At first, she would simply attend to his morning wood. Her elegant hands would slip his pants and underwear down just far enough to allow her to play. He would try to pretend to sleep, but the things she did to his body left him craving more. After a while, Kabal made it a point to sleep in the nude. This resulted in the most beautiful sight.
Sareena rode his cock, her large, swollen breasts bouncing rhythmically. "The princes within my womb crave your strength." With her strong legs, she was able to maintain balance, moving up and down on his erection. The faster she moved, the closer she was to climax. Her pussy muscles would tighten around Kabals' manhood until he climaxed inside her.
The lovers started their days in the same manner up until the one warm October morning.
Sareena was riding him hard, using her thighs to increase the force of her hip thrusts. "Oh God, yes. That's it. I'm so close." Milk was dripping from her engorged tits as she orgasmed over and over.
Kabal could feel himself about to blow his load when suddenly her pussy became abnormally dripping wet.
"Baby, I think my water broke."
Kabal tried to move her off of him but to no avail.
"No, don't stop! I'm so fucking hot, it feels like my body is on fire!"
"I have an idea. Get on your knees." He positioned Sareena to fuck her doggy style. As he raised her ass, moisture ran down her trembling thighs. He gripped her hips while she gripped the sheets. Every contraction felt like a wave of orgasm washing over both their bodies.
Until suddenly a small cry was heard. Two blood-covered babies lay on the bed, still attached by their umbilical cords.
Kabal left to grab a knife and cut the babies free, but when he did, he made a shocking realization. Only one was breathing.
Time stood still. Suddenly Kabal felt a cold hand on his naked back. "Kronika?"
"Do you remember what it felt like?" she asked in a ghostly voice, "the pain and horror of not being able to draw breath?"
Kabal nodded.
"You still have your equipment but this poor child has nothing."
The little boy's body was trembling in his father's arms.
"Will you give your health to save your son? This little child doesn't even have a name. And plus, you have a spare," the last line was said with a hint of humor.
Kabal swallowed hard, unsure of what her words meant. Was he going to drop dead? Would it be painful? Did it matter?
The baby looked up at Kabal, blinking his little brown eyes.
Kabal nodded again. "Please save my son."
"It is done."
Time went back to normal. Now, both babies were crying; the one in Sareena's arms and the one in Kabal's arms.
Kabal felt a sharp pain in his chest but the sight of Sareen'a smile was enough to distract him for the time being. "My love, my bride, what shall we name our precious miracles?"
Sareena kissed the baby's cheek. "His name is Orion, my little star." She looked to Kabal and the baby in his arms. "What is his name?"
Kabal laid by his wife's side, so the babies were next to each other. "My grandfather's name was Joseph Otaktay, he was Lakota Sioux. I don't have many memories from my childhood, but I can still remember his face, his hands, and the way he spoke. My mother died when I was a baby and I never knew my father." Tears fell from Kabal's eyes. "Grandpa, he made me feel strong."
"What did he call you?"
"Tahatan, little hawk."
The baby reached its arm to his father's face.
"Is that your name?" Kabal asked. "Are you my Tahatan?"
The baby responded with a coo.
Over the next few days, Kabal grew sick with fever, cough, chest pain and other symptoms of pneumonia. The new father made sure to take more jobs. The last thing he wanted was to be a burden to his wife. With his breathing equipment in a carrying case, he made plans to check himself into a hospital on the mainland.
But Sareena stopped him. Holding both babies in her arms she stood in the doorway. "Where are you going?"
Kabal said nothing.
"You've been gone for the last week," she pleaded. "I know you're sick, and I know what's in the case: a breathing device that allows you to move with stealth by forcing air into your lungs and, by extension, your muscles. Let me guess, you were going to find a doctor on the mainland who could help you permanently attach the system to your body?"
Kabal cupped his hand over his mouth, he had lived with Sareena for so long but never knew the extent of her knowledge.
"I sleep by your side, I can feel when your body is in pain. I know how it feels to live a life in pain, and how it feels to be truly alone. I left Quan Chi with you because I trusted you."
Kabal was about to apologize when suddenly his vision went blurry and he doubled over in pain. He awoke in bed, with Sareena by his side. The device had been properly fitted to his lungs and he was now able to breathe without pain. He reached a hand to his mouth, anticipating the feel of cold metal. All he felt was his normal face.
"I had to cut your hair," Sareena said, stroking his face, down his jaw line, to his neck trach, where the breathing mask connected. "I do love you. And I will stay strong for you. I just need you to believe in me, and believe in our family."
"I...," Kabal opened his mouth to speak. What came out was a murky voice, not unlike the voice he had in his past life. He sounded like a monster. What kind of father would he be?
The sound of crying could be heard from the opposite side of the room. Sareena confidently left the bed and returned with both babies. Placing the infants on the bed, she stripped off her clothing and attempted to breastfeed in the nude, but only one baby seemed interested. "Little Hawk, do you want to see Papa?" With one hand she placed the baby in Kabal's arms.
The baby made himself comfortable on Kabal's chest, immediately falling asleep.
"Aww," Sareena smiled. "He can feel his daddy's strong heart."
Kabal moved his hand to stroke his son's soft little arm. "I love you so much." He paused to blink tears from his eyes. "Sareena, I promise to always be the husband, partner, and friend you deserve. I will trust in your wisdom and your love."
And for the next four years, he was able to keep that promise.