#athera

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Athera, Gimgar, Hashaan and Crepe | SWPOM High School

Athera walked to Shokrakar’s quarters, a solemn look on her face. She had just been to the healer, she clutched her stomach softly. Eight weeks, how could she had not realised she was eight weeks pregnant? She didn’t know whether she should laugh or cry. She wanted to punch Shokrakar, this was his fault, if he hadn’t been so damn handsome, if he hadn't seduced him she wouldn’t be pregnant. She shook her head, this was down to both of them, she needed to see him. How strong were Qunari genes she wondered, how large were their babies, are they born with horns of do they grow them, so many questions that only he could answer. She took a deep breath and entered into his room. He was stood on his balcony, shirtless as usual. If she hadn’t just received such news she would have jumped on him.

He turned around, a huge smile on his face when he saw her. “My love!” He called, rushing over to her, he lifted her up and hugged her to him tightly.

“Shok...please put me down, we need to talk.” She said sadly, trying to resist snuggling into his chest.

“Oh...is something wrong?” He gently lowered Athera to the ground.

“Shok, I...we...I’m having a baby?” Ahera stroked her stomach gently, she couldn’t look at him, too scared of his reaction.

“Kadan…” He said quietly. “This is great.”

“What?” Athera’s eyes shot up to look at Shokrakar, a large smile still on his face.

“I love you, Kadan.” He gently placed a large hand on Athera’s stomach. “We can be a family.”

“But, I’m scared.” Athera felt her eyes beginning to fill up, her breaths were shaky.

Shokrakar placed his hand on her cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb. “I am with you, Kadan. You don’t need to be scared.”

Athera threw her arms around him, and sobbed quietly into Shokrakar’s shoulder. “I love you, Shok.”

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her gently. “I love you too.”

Shokrakar was scared too, but he wouldn’t tell her that. She needed him, the look in her eyes, he had never seen it before. She was terrified, and he knew it. He held her to him, letting her sob slowly. He felt her tears running does his skin. He had to hold in his own tears too, he was happy. Happier than he had ever been, but still, something nagged at him. Would he be a good father? Was he too old? Only time would tell, he needed to help his love, make sure she was comfortable. She was his priority, and he was going to make sure she knew that.

Miâdel

Miâdel is a demmer peasant from the northern coasts. She works as a cook alongside her wife, Cwiata, who owns and runs a small inn and tavern in the village of Usirvândel.

In the Teveran language miâdel is the word for "honey" and cwiata is the word for "flower".