Page one haha. Now lets see if I can do more :P
Mato: Once more, please Lance?
*Lance looks over at the sun, then back at Mato. With a soft sigh and a smile on his face*
Lance: Whatever you want dear.
*Mato smiles her hair sticking to her face. Lance starts to paddles out for one last wave.*
The fire casted a dim crimson light over the room; the snow fell heavily outside. Mato snuggled into herself; eyes closed in a peaceful manner. She listens to the crackle of the fire and the snow hitting against the glass. The real thing she listening for are the hoofs nailing against the stone walk. That would be the sweetest sound in the world to her ears. Still hopeful for that sound she falls into a dream filled sleep of happiness.
Mato soon was a woken to a tiny kick to the stomach. She move the blanket to show a nice round tummy that’s about 6 months. Running a hand over where the baby kicked, Mato stands with a huff and the blanket over her shoulders. “lets get to bed. Please be easy tonight with the moving. mommy needs more sleep.” With that said Mato climbs into bed, and settles in for the well needed sleep.
Lance was drinking in one of pubs with Mato’s cousin, Ralph. As they drunk Ralph tells Lance that is maybe better if he took in more of Mato’s culture and in his drunken stage Lance agreed with him. When Lance found Mato he immediately went and held her.
Mato: where have you been ? you smell strongly of ale. *Mato sniffs the air around Lance*
Lance: ya… I was drinking with Ralph. ………….. Oh feel I cut my hair. *Takes Mato’s hands in his and runs them right through his hair*
Mato: you cut off so much. Why ?
Lance: I did it for your culture. I want to fit in for you. *rest his hands on the sides of Mato’s belly. His face goes softer.* You did so much when you came to my homeland and took full part into my culture. I just wanted to do the same for you.
Mato: *leans into his body so they can be closer.* If you don’t cut that thing off the side of your head, I will.
Lance: *laughs then kisses Mato’s head, then nose, and last her lips.*
Eero nurses peacefully in his mother’s arms, as the warm evening sun peeks through. Mato plays with Eero’s little foot; rubbing the bottom of it back and forth with her thumb. Eero seems not to be bothered by this as he keeps suckling. Mato glances down once he unlatches. A voice comes from the bedroom door. “Is the little prince finely full?”
Mato look to where the voice came from a sweet smile plays across her face. “For now but I bet you he’ll be ready for more in 30 minutes. I thought you had meetings all day Lance ?”
Lance walks closer to the the two taking easy steps so not to wake the babe. “I moved them to spend more time with the two of you.” After those words are said Mato and Lance’s lips meet.
Lance woke with Mato in his arms, and her face in the crick of his neck. He moved slightly to adjust the weight on his arm. when he began to move the sun hit Mato directly in the face. Mato lets out a groan as she moves her stiff body. Lance watched as his Mate moved from the light and buried her face in the pillow. Moving to his love’s side; he whispers in her ear. “How are you feeling my dear wife ?”
Mato chuckles softly at his words, “wife? I still need to get use to that.” Mato turns her head and when she does her nose rubs against Lance’s. Soon their lips are meeting for the first kiss of a new day. They pull apart after about a minute and just gaze into each other’s eyes.
Lance is the first to speak again, “ how are you feeling after last night?”
“I’m fine, just a little sore.” Mato lays her head back on the pillow. Lance pressed a kiss to her temple and pulled her into his embrace to rest a bit more.
Well like all little ones that are given cake, Eero just gets more on him then in.
Lance looks at his messy son as Eero licks some of the icing off his little hand. Lance shakes his head and sighs at the little one. “You’re like your mother you little mess maker.” Eero looks up fingers still in his mouth. Lance laughs at his son covered in green icing.
”You get to clean him.” Lance looks next to him to see Mato watching over Eero. Lance’s lips stay in a curled position as he looks at his wife. After feeling Lance’s eyes on her. “What ?”
Lance takes Mato by her hair bending her head up. He smiles as he licks the icing from the side of Mato’s lips. Mato blushes as she doesn’t know what to say. Lance smiles as he holds his wife and watches over their son.
Well I haven’t drawn much just this from my last post. Then when I was doodling I came up with this little guy. It’s just baby Lance. well I made it Lance because I’ve shown people baby Mato already and I thought it was time for Lance.
Hours after the young prince is born he whimpers for his mother. His bassinet close to where his mother rest so she doesn’t strain herself. The child’s whimpers became louder till his mother responds to him. She picks him up and coddles him close to her chest. She speaks to him in a sweet voice so to calm him down “My sweet child stop your fussing. You are going to be fed.” She undoes her night gown and sticks the child to her breast so he can feed. “I have been thinking my son of what to call you and the lands shall know you as Lance my dear boy.” She kisses Lance’s temple as he eats in peace.