{"id":3686,"date":"2018-08-10T00:00:49","date_gmt":"2018-08-10T04:00:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3686"},"modified":"2018-08-09T18:43:09","modified_gmt":"2018-08-09T22:43:09","slug":"forty-four-01-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3686","title":{"rendered":"Forty-four – 01"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Cameron’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

Cameron listened to the tune of the song Neve sang, his eyes closed as he sat leaning against a tree a little ways below the forge. Neve was bathing the twins nearby, the words to the song lost but the tune achingly familiar\u2014though not so painful that it didn\u2019t bring a wistful smile to his face. It was like a memory from a long-forgotten dream, something that stirred strands buried in his soul. It was idyllic, almost, this moment, her tune melding with birdsong and the faint rustle of the wind through the trees. Further away was the sound of Matt\u2019s hammer in the forge above them, and further still was the sound of arms-training near the walls, by the Wild Hunt\u2019s encampment.<\/p>\n

He should have been down there with them, honing his skills with Caliburn, but there would be time enough for that later. Right now, he didn\u2019t want the moment he was living to end\u2014not yet.<\/p>\n

It just felt so normal<\/em>, and feeling that way was far nicer than he cared to admit.<\/p>\n

The song stopped and he opened his eyes, twisting to peer around the tree. He watched Neve swaddle Artorius, then lean down to kiss him on the nose. She glanced toward Cameron and smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cCould you hold him while I give Anne her bath?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

Cameron nodded, standing and stretching before he headed over to take Artorius. His son yawned as Cameron cradled him but didn\u2019t go to sleep\u2014not just yet. He traced a fingertip down the infant\u2019s cheek and smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat kind of adventures do you think they\u2019ll have?\u201d he asked softly, glancing toward Neve as she lifted Anne free of the Moses basket she\u2019d been sleeping in.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh,\u201d Neve said quietly. \u201cI don\u2019t know, Cam. Hopefully the best kind.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cameron chuckled. \u201cThe best kind, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n

Neve nodded, unswaddling Anne. \u201cMmhm.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe kind where they go out with their friends, don\u2019t get into much trouble, come back safe and sound?\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughed. \u201cI didn\u2019t say anything about them not getting much trouble. Getting into trouble\u2014and getting out again\u2014is the best kind of adventure.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d He turned to her, brow arching slightly. \u201cThat\u2019s the best kind of adventure? How do you figure?\u201d<\/p>\n

Neve grinned at him\u2014a warm, wicked grin that he knew by now signaled mischief and much more. \u201cOh, Cam. The stories I could tell you. The stories I could tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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