What A Wife Should Be

Writers: Chelle, Mirren
Date Posted: 1st May 2012

Characters: Alivya, Chupsin
Description: Alivya and the healer settle into a routine.
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 8, day 26 of Turn 6

He'd gotten through the long day at work but a messy surgery had prompted him to take a bath before going home for dinner despite his usual habits. So wet and freshly changed, he walked into his quarters, automatically looking for Alivya. Despite her recent entrance into his life, she'd proven herself valuable.

She was putting the finishing touches on the evening meal. She'd managed to get some fresh poultry, although not much. She'd baked some bread which was almost finished, the smell tantalizing as it wafted through the rooms. She'd also prepared some vegetables, which were on a serving plate. The rooms were neat and spotlessly clean. His clothes and hers had been washed and put away and nothing was out of place. A few things had a new place, which made more sense to her though.

He'd have to be an idiot not to realize what that smell meant. As it was, it did cause the saliva in his mouth to start producing in anticipation for the coming meal. Removing his coat, he hung it on the peg and then took of his shoes. Walking further inside, he sat down on one of the chairs, his eyes locating his wife as she worked. A hand went up to cup his cheek as he watched her.

Now that he had decided he was going to keep her-though he hadn't admitted to himself that there had even been a thought of divorce-he had decided he might as well enjoy being a husband, especially if it meant watching a young woman working to take care of him. "Evening Alivya," he offered.

"Good evening. How was your day?" She turned long enough to give him a smile before picking up her padded oven mitt and opening the oven. She tapped the top of the bread with a fingertip and decided it was ready. She pulled the tray out of the oven and turned the bread out onto a rack to cool. Then she turned back so she could listen.

"Well everything was normal until Festus came in. Apparently he'd managed to fall on a hoe while drunk. Needless to say I had to get the thing out, stop the bleeding, and sew him back up. Alcoholics tend to be resilient, all things considered so he's still alive-but time will tell if he makes it and learns his lesson." Of course Chupsin hated to spend so much time fixing an idiot. As it was, though, he'd taken an oath to save lives, not to pick the ones he wanted to work on.

She winced sympathetically, poured a glass of wine and took it over to him. "Father once said he didn't know how that man made it to adulthood. Even without the drink he was accident prone. Are you hungry?"

"Aye, though not starving." He'd had a light lunch, but he was ready for something more substantial. Seeing the bread, he imagined how nice it would be with a bit of melted butter. He loved warm bread, freshly made.

"It'll only be a few minutes." She plated the poultry and vegetables and then sliced the bread, inhaling the fragrant steam which rose from it. She placed a few pieces on another plate and then moved all three to the table along with cutlery and a small dish of butter and cup of water for herself. "There, it's ready if you'd like to come and eat." She'd wait until he was sitting before she'd sit unless he needed anything else.

He moved from the living room chair to the table, pulling the napkin and silverware to where he wanted them. He smiled at her before digging in. Making pleased noises as he ate, he took his time, savoring the things she'd prepared for him. No insult to the cook, but it was nice not having to eat his meals in the great hall with everyone else and having a choice as to the menu.

She ate a lot less, aware that she was going to get fat enough soon enough as it was. When they were done she collected the plates and washed and dried them. She put the drying cloth in the hamper and sighed, the work done, at least for today.

He supposed Alivya should have some sort of reward for doing well these past few sevendays. They had moved into their new quarters and unpacked everything without much of a problem. She'd done what he'd asked of her without a fuss. Knowing that a pleased wife was better than an angry one, he got up from the table when she was almost finished and came up behind her. "Is the sickness gone then?"

"Mostly," she replied, startled because she hadn't known he was there until he spoke. "Just a little twinge this morning after I ate breakfast."

That was a marked improvement and normal so he was satisfied with her answer. Bringing his arms around her hips, he brought his chin to rest on the top of her head. "Do you think it would bother if we went to bed then?" Of course he knew he wouldn't, but he was asking if she felt up to it.

She froze, not sure if he meant what she thought he meant for a few moments. She had a rush of confused thought and the familiar feeling of shame associated with anything sexual. "I don't know. Will it...hurt the baby?" or her for that matter?

"No the baby will be fine at this point." He reached around her and put his hand on her left breast, fondling it through her clothing. If she wasn't nauseous, the movement wouldn't bother her. He just didn't want to be vomited on. Chupsin brought his mouth down to lick and suck on her ear for a moment-obviously influencing her decision and hoping to put her at ease. He could feel her tense up.

It was difficult for her to think about what they'd done all that time ago and how it made her feel without remembering that was what got them here in the first place. It seemed highly unlikely that he'd have married her had that night and the pregnancy not occurred. But here they were and the truth was she wanted to feel good like that again. She tried her best to relax.

~*~Curtains and Sent to Adult List~*~

She was vaguely aware that she was still naked but she was too sleepy now to care. She murmured something and then drifted off to sleep.

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