You are Pregnant

Marudulla~~~

I stand behind him in the chilly morning breeze, my fingers entwined in his hair, weaving it into a braid for him.

It seems like forever since I'd touched those glorious, silky black stands. It's unseasonably cold this morning, but Prince Edmund insists on having the windows left open. The people are up

early this morning as well, for I can hear them bustling about the villages. I tie the end of Prince Edmund's braid with a strip of cowhide leather

and let it fall down his back. He turns around slightly and flashes me a brilliant white smile. "Thank you, Princess," he says in that deep, husky accent that I've come to treasure. I nod my

head and smile at him. He wears a fur vest that shows teasing glimpses of his bronze, muscled chest and deerskin pants that will keep his bulky legs warm.

I am wearing spotted deerskin pants with fluffy sheepskin boots to warm my feet. I also wear a cozy deerskin top, with my hair intricately braided on either side of my head. He looks at m