Some Day

Writers: Emma, Heather K
Date Posted: 10th July 2012

Characters: Ameala, Fitchan
Description: The young couple share a pleasant evening together
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 8, day 11 of Turn 6

It had been a long day, thought the Journeyman Technician as he leant
against the door of the small cot he and his wife lived in. He
stretched out a moment, feeling the kinks in his muscles slowly give, then
bent to undo the fastenings on his boots, before slowly easing them off.

"I'm home," he called out, as he opened the door, boots in hand.

Ameala hurriedly placed the last plate of food onto their tiny table.
Hearing his voice sent a jolt to her heart, as it often did. Her day
was so much better with Fitchan around. Wiping her hands on her apron
for the last time she all but ran into the other room. "Oh, Fitchan,
you're home!" She placed solid kiss on his lips, throwing her arms
around his neck.

The boots were dropped on the floor as he put his arms around her, returning
the kiss. "Did you have a good day?" he asked after a moment.

She shrugged and added, "Nothing extraordinary. Just the usual
housekeeping and cooking. Speaking of which, it's getting cold on the
table so wash up and come sit." She pecked him on the cheek before gliding
back into the kitchen. While putting the final touches on their dinner
spread she called out, "How was it today?" She didn't have to speak
terribly loud as you could hear just about anything from anywhere in their
humble home. Although small, Ameala liked to think of it as cozy
and well suited to their lifestyle at the moment.

"Pretty good," came the response as her husband scooped up his boots and
put them by the door, and slipped into their tiny bathing room to scrub
his hands and splash some water on his face. "I fixed the wiring for the
lights in the main hall. The Steward will be able to see to supervise his
clerks now."

"I'm sure he'll appreciate that very much," she replied as she untied her
apron and hung it up. She sat in her chair and gave their meal one last
look over. It wasn't much but she did what she could with it. A green
salad, a hunk of roast herdbeast, some creamy mashed tubers, and her
family recipe sweetrolls.

"This looks great," Fitchan said as he took his seat. "You made those
rolls again, I wish you'd tell me what the secret ingredient is, I'm never
quite sure what goes in them." He reached for his cutlery, then put it
down. "Do you want something to drink with this?"

"Of course," she answered simply. Fitchan was much better at pairing wines
with dinner than she was. It was a skill she had never really taken to.
Their humble selection wasn't much but he always managed to find something.
They even had a few skins left from their wedding.

With a smile he got to his feet, and moved to open the cupboard they stored
wines in. "Hmm..." he moved one aside, pulling out a skin and gently easing
out the stopper to inhale the aroma. "This one I think, it's a decent red
that'll compliment the roast."

"What ever you think best, love. I'm sure it will be wonderful." She began
eating as he filled their glasses. "Roast isn't bad if I do say so myself."
Ameala wished age had something more exciting to say but couldn't think if
anything. It was hard to come up with stories when you hardly left the
house.

"It's good, you're an excellent cook and you know it."

Ameala's cheeks turned a bit rosy at the compliment. "Thank you, Fitz."

"No, thank you for everything you do to keep our home running like this."

She smiled and playfully swatted his hand. "Oh stop it you. I'm just doing
what I've always been taught to do. Besides is not like I have much else
going on."

"Kazin asked me if we wanted a family," her husband said playfully. "I
didn't tell him anything, that Journeyman is too nosey for his own good."

"Pfft, he's one to talk. He's two kids and another on the way and he's only
a Turn older than you," Ameala commented back. That sounded like a lot of
work
to her. Taking care of the Hold's little ones had taught her the harsh
reality of
a big family. "We've talked about that. We both want a family just not right
thissecond, right?"

"Babies will come when we're ready," he said. "Lets have this time for us,
and in the meantime, well we can keep practising those things you need to do
to get babies." There was a big smile on his face at that thought, they were
good together and getting better all the time.

"Practice does make perfect or so I hear." Ameala teased back. Their
relationship was picture perfect in her mind. Though the longer they were
married and without children, the more she grew nervous about getting
pregnant. They were careful but you couldn't always win with nature.

"Feel like practising a little later on?"

Ameala merely nodded and began to eat the rest of her dinner with fervor.
"You had better hurry up, Fitz, our I'll just have to get started without
you."

"We'll see," he said as he swallowed the last of his wine.

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