Tordann

The day had started off very pleasantly. Despite the grotesque cold of the early morning and the sunrise still to make an appearance, Rick made his way out his house with a spring in his steps. Frost made the grass and stone walls glisten. The candle light gushing out the windows of the house behind him illuminated his path till he reached the beck crossing. 

Finally, it began. It began with great movements within her. Then discomfort. And finally the wet sensations of its true beginnings.

The healer, called upon quickly. The bed, where she lied in pain. Her husband, at her side every step of the way.

The delivery, after hours of labor, came quickly. "A boy." the healer happily declared. The blood-covered infant, passed first to Bretthera... who grinned the whole while, seeing how much the newly born infant looked like his father. Then the newborn boy was passed then to Tordann, the relieved and happy new father.

Diary,

I'm sorry I have found such little time to write... I've been so tired, and even thinking about dragging myself out of bed simply tires me out. Of course, the sheer discomfort I feel right now simply does not help matters, and I've been rather... short of temper, especially with my dear Torr, something I greatly dislike. It makes me wonder if this child is going to come at all... I still feel their movements, especially their kicking.

Diary,

It's been a long while. That day is getting closer and closer, and I've been sleeping so much lately that I can barely sleep now. The healer's ordered me to be in bed at all times, but I cannot stay in bed at all times. I move about the house every now and then just to make sure that I won't forget how to walk!

*Written in black ink on a single piece of parchment, sealed shut with a plain seal in a parchment envelope, only addressed to 'Our Child'*

Dear little one, 

Hello. It's your mother again. Your father and I felt you move not too long ago, and I couldn't believe it. It brings me joy to feel you move about, and I can't help but grin the whole time you move, because I know you are alive. 

*Quill and black ink on a single piece of parchment. The envelope is sealed shut, but there isn't a specific pattern in the seal, and it's simply addressed 'Our Child'.*

Dear child,

Hello, again. It's been some time since last I wrote to you. The healer that checks the both of us says that all is going very well, and I couldn't be more glad to hear it!

I suppose this one is where I would tell you about what your father and I do for a living, as well as about where we live.

Bretthera sighs a little, after closing a leather-bound journal and setting a quill down beside it. Sleep sounded as though it were a welcome friend, sure enough. She glances over to the bed, before smiling at the sight of her husband, Tordann, sleeping on the bed already.

She stands up, after a few moments, and meanders over to the bed, where she climbs in and lays down beside him with a small smile on her face. A small yawn left her, and bright blue eyes closed to the world for the night...

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To you, yet unborn,

Hello... I understand this may be strange to see, but I feel as though it were best that I leave something behind for you to feel as though you were getting to know me... in case I am not here in person for that to happen.

I am your mother, little one. I know, even reading that is strange, isn't it?... But, even knowing how strange it may be, it is the truth... just ask your father. I have asked him to keep a hold on these until such time that you know how to read.

Dear Diary,

Some time has passed since my last entry.

As of late, my fears of never meeting the child I am carrying now have grown much stronger... and, though I try to uproot them with reassurances that I will meet the little surprise, so far all of my attempts have failed... I know, deep down, that I will meet the child, that I will get to know them... that the child will get to know me...

... yet, for some incredulous reason, the fears do not go away... they are stopped for a time, yes... but they come back... much stronger each time...