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    He took ten paces, paused then took a breath, and closed his eyes for a moment. Fingers finding the grip of his bow as he nocked an arrow and pulled the string taut. Birch whipped around aiming for a tree behind him. carved with the outlines of a make shift target.

Greying features, tired frame, weakened heart yet an embodiment of hope. The outside world was becoming less as each passing day brought new pain to an aging King. His strength however, his family. Love and dedication got them this far.

"Father!" A masculine voice called as a well build, handsomely dressed man ran to greet the old man as their arms clasped around one another. "Son." Such a small word could still bring a warming smile to a weakening man. A vision he thought impossible to ever have nor live old to see.

Married and now expecting his first child, Duncan spend most of his days aiding his mother and wife. Of course at the time the young lad disagreed upon adding his father a priority also; much to which a typical teenager would be expected to upon worrying for his family.

"How are you, father?" Duncan asked as Alistair looked over in the neering distance to see his darling wife make her way toward the two  as Alistair motioned for his son to walk along side as they walked toward her. Slowed paces, thinned frame. The look of a wife who still to this day shined perfection in her husbands eyes.

"I'm well as can be expected." The King mused softly upon looking at his son. "And how fares the wife? I hear she has little to go now until we have an extra family member in the palace." At that Duncan smiled and nodded.

"She's coping." He replied as he looked back to his father, a slight look of thought mirroring his eyes as Alistair smiled as his arms reached out to wrap around his now nearing wife.

"What is it, son?" Alistair asked, knowing fair well that something was on his mind as he too remembered upon having the same look when Bailey was pregnant with Duncan.

"I'm scared, father." Duncan spoke as his head bowed toward the floor. The same butterfly feeling pitting in the bottom of his stomach. "I'm scared of becoming a first time father."

Welcoming his wife with a small embrace as their lips connected, Alistair looked over at his son as he raised his free hand to rest against his shoulder.

"Son, there is no easy way of telling you what to do. There is no book for you to study on becoming a parent. Your mother and I can honesty tell you that already you are the parent every child would wish for. You're there for your wife and child. Do not allow others to mirror you in a direction you do not feel comfortable walking toward."

A smile pressed against Bailey's lips as she listened to her husband. Her head lay upon his chest while her arms were comfortable holding his skinny body within them.

Duncan listened to his fathers words, head rising as he looked to both his parents. They'd been through so much both before and after his birth and still now they continue to support him through his adult years as the sound of his wife's angelic voice calling to him nearby brought his solemn mood to a more relaxed, happier build as he looked to his father and mother as both wished him away.

"Just remember, Duncan," Alistair called as his son came to a halt to look back at his father. "No matter how old you may be, your mother and I shall always be here to help guild you."

The man smiled as he nodded before running up toward his heavily pregnant wife, caressing her body like a fragile object as sounds of laughter filled the air from the happy couple.

"Since when did you become all philosophic?" Bailey teased as she playfully hit Alistair upon his chest while the old King chuckled as he leaned down to gently caress her tender lips with his own before walking back and into the royal garden.

It would only be the next day however that a new little Theirin would cry down the palace walls, leaving a happy wife and husband looking down at their newborn baby boy as Alistair and Bailey were left to look on at the newly made family.

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