It was a simple, if not normal day, and the sun was just making it's appearance over the peaks of the mountains, shining it's light in through the open windows of the hut. Inside, the large warrior was stretched upon the bed, face buried in the furs as each snore came like a bear's roar. His wife was already awake, gathering oats and fruit for breakfast, frying some meat in fats leftover from last nights dinner.
"Pren, wake up, it is already morning.", Gwennol spoke out, setting a knee on the side of the furs to lean in to whisper to her husband who stirred and looked up to her, yawning with a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Food done already? Good. Inside or out?", he asked as he stretched out, before clambering up slowly and wiping his eyes free of sleep.
"I think out today..can you bring the mugs?", the small Derudh was already out of the hide skin door by the time Pren could reply, and he picked up the mugs and followed behind.
Together they sat upon the rough bench, hewn out of a tree trunk that Pren had fell, and hacked it to make rough seating covered with furs for comfort. The warrior ate hungrily, shoving berries in his mouth with bursts of their juices trickling down into his beard before following it along with a bite of meat.
His wife ate differently. She took some pig meat, and rested it on top of the sweet oat bread she made, taking a bite out of them at the same time. She could not stomach much though today, for nerves and excitement were playing at her tastebuds.
"How are the animals doing, my love?", she asked, taking a berry into her mouth.
"They are good, fattening up slowly, most of the older ones have young ones to be suckling at their teats so they need all the food they can have. Good thing we live where we do.", his dark eyes roamed around the lush green grass.
"We'll need more food then soon too... with a young one to be suckling coming.", Gwennol admitted, smiling widely at the cryptic revelation.
It took Pren a moment, thinking she was stating their shared hopes for the future. Then, he took another glance at her. The way she smiled, the way she had grown slightly in both stomach and chest. He couldn't help it. A smile broke across his features, wider than most for a long time.
"Is this true?", he questioned, putting his breakfast to the side as he twisted his body to face her.
"Y-yes, it is true, my love.", Gwennol answered, smiling with teardrops gathering on her eyelashes and trickling down her pale cheeks.
The warrior was lost for breath. His wife was crying of joy, and... his eyes felt large and warm. He blinked away the sensation a few times, only to have tears, trickling down his cheekbones and into his beard. He... cannot be crying over this, can he? He must be. They have been trying for so long now, and after the last pregnancy made it no further than it's second month, he could not believe it.
His rough palms wiped away his cheeks briefly, and his broad arms moved around her and drew her in close, "I love you, my dearest Gwennol."
"And I love you too."
The mightiest of warriors, a beast in a man, a feared warlord, reduced to tears. Showing his true emotions, that have been hidden away behind anger all this time. And he couldn't be happier.
