To be born from two worlds

[mohawk_tomahawk]

Eirik was late in her pregnancy.

As it got closer and closer, the anxiety became worse and worse. He remembered when he first heard she was pregnant. Over and over, he repeated to himself, "fatherhood". Or rather, "parenthood". This was something Eirik and Connor made, because they loved and trusted each other.

This was a time Connor couldn't even guess would have happened in his near future, even far beyond being with Eirik.

He was about to be a father, to a child.

What did Connor know about fatherhood? Nothing? Do people ever know how unless if it happened, probably not.

To be honest, it was hard to not think about Haytham and the kind of father he was.

Everything aside, he didn't want to be that father; more than anything.

Which brought them to present day. Connor would have gently suggested for Eirik to take a leave to the Homestead. Just to clear her head and have her relax and surround herself with simple hospitality and clean, quiet air. Where she could wake to the roosters and birds rustling through the forest trees as opposed to nosy peers by the thousands. Call it protective, because maybe it was. Connor had gotten advice after advice from Warren, Prudence, and Lyle White about the issue. Of course, they knew Connor would take this measure, being the overly gentle soul he was. After all, he helped Warren and Prudence with starting their family life, they wanted to give back; without using those words. Connor only focus was on being on the Homestead, helping Eirik. Nothing else.

Oils and other supplies were given to them frequently since Eirik started staying. Connor had just stopped his own errands around the Homestead for the day to notice the goods at the door. A shake of his head and a warm smile later, he picked them up and opened the door. Time to get dinner started.