It was a glorious morning. And as the sun tickled her face, Betty felt herself crooning, Stretching herself over the entire bed and sighed in delight sitting up breathing in and out.

Bradford had already left the bed. She pouted, she wanted morning snuggles. Then the smells hit her nose.

Bradford is cooking? He hasn’t done that in so long. “Wow he must have really enjoyed last night”, she giggles.

these last 3 years had been so rough on them. but as happy as she was, she was still worried, she had asked the world of Bradford, he might have to pick in the future between his duties and his…. A scream of delight sounds from the kitchen.

He is already awake? Ugh i wanted to see him wake up! she quickly gets dressed, and rushes down quietly.

The door to the kitchen is open and the scene that unfolds before her eyes as she watches the two interact, Bradford amused, feeding a young boy yelling in delight how much he wants, “mah sassa!”

Bradford the fool serves the kid an entire plate of baked and sliced sausages with eggs.

Betty is about to scold him but the boy digs in and seeing how delighted he is by the flavor. She holds back, “my my bradford you are a softie afterall, why was i ever worried”? She smiles and steps into the kitchen.

The boy, her son looks at her and screams “mama”!

She looks stunned, “Bradford! He just spoke his first word”!

Bradford sighs, “yes my dear, he said his first “intelligible” word. He’s been speaking non stop. Since i started feeding him”.

Betty’s mind goes, “ah he is a traveler” and silently acknowledges the implications, she doesn’t care, she has a little son she didn’t keep him alive for 3 years to complain about the fact the boy was born with an old soul.

The agony of seeing your boy, eat, drink sleep but completely lifeless, without a spark of intelligence. No this was a gift.

She beams with a smile, Bradford serves her a plate as well. He gives her a look she’s already expecting.

“Betty there are a few things we need to talk about… later”. Bradford squeezes her hand affectionately.

Betty nods her head, “i know my love, i know i pushed for this, but im not blind”. She blinks away her tears. “We have a son Bradford”! Her voice trembles. She looks at him and is so relieved to see that peaceful gaze she fell in love with so many years ago, it’s back again.

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“im. Im so sorry i put you through this Bradford, she stammers, i know this wasn’t easy”.

“Betty…” the cadence of his voice, how he speaks her name, gives her the answer she was hoping for, but she lets him speak.

“This ordeal, it had Sadanis’s strife written all over it. I don’t blame you for for anything, please don’t think less of yourself, of us. Please”?

The clattering of cutlery and a few slices of sausage on the floor, draw both Bradford and Betty to look up at their little boy.

She frowns at his pale face his stone cold look. and suddenly he screams “DAKKI SAJA! Aaaaaagh! DAKKI SAJA”!

Betty gives Bradford a smirk, “he’s got my dad’s temper, she quips”. She gets up.

“awww sweetie did you bite your tongue? it’s ok mommy is here”. The little boy suddenly slumps. And his head ragdolls a bit but he quickly recovers, he sighs and rests his head on her shoulder. And mutters ”Dakki saja…”

“what do you think he is trying to say”? She looks at Bradford who has that, “there is trouble”, look. He’s quiet and gets up. And walks over to her and places a hand on the boys back and looks at him close.

”Now don’t get upset boy, but did the word, Sadanis upset you”?

Betty’s heart skips a beat as she feels the little boy’s head nod. She shares a look with her husband who probably has some theory already.

”you are a remarkable boy, and im proud to be your father but dont worry about great and terrible gods ok”?

Betty knew that bradford said it as much for the boy as for her.

he leans in and gives her that fiery passionate kiss, “go spoil him rotten like i know you want to dear”, he carresses her face and smiles at her. “I got to do my sword practices”.

the little boy perked up, “sjajd”? She rolled her eyes just like his father.

“no no little traveler it’s mommy’s turn, we are going to sing, look at the vegetables and the animals, perhaps one of the little fowls will be your new noble steed”? He seemed to grumble. She smirked.

“My my what a temper you have, just like my daddy. Oh im sure you will like him he’s a warrior, gets rid of all sorts of… nasty stuff”.

“pooopooo”?Yea like poopoo”? She heard Bradford snicker but paid it no mind.

she walked him outside and sat him down in the grass, she had to tend to her fruits and vegetables harvest was almost there,

“crunch crunch”. She looked up and saw the little boy had grabbed an apple and ate it, he picked up a rotten one and before she could say anything he tossed it onto their compost pile.

she arched an eyebrow, “you really don’t make a secret of what you are, don’t you little one”?

He looked at her and pointed at where bradford was and said: “dada”, made a talking sound with his hands and then a hugging motion and looked back at her.

“Bradford already talked to you about this”? He nodded.

“good, now i want you to listen to me carefully, im your mother. And as embarrassing as you might think it is, i didn’t spend 3 years keeping you alive as a stil born, for me NOT to spoil you rotten ok”?

She gives him the genuine smoldering look she knows, will seal the deal and she can barely hold in her laughter seeing the boy get all flustered.

he blushed red, looks all over the place but eventually looked her straight in the eye and nods.

“good now if you want to help mommy, keep tossing the bad apples onto the compost pile. It’s good practice for you anyway”.

He nodded and started tossing bad apples. She got to work. She felt at peace in her garden and idly wondered how long it would last.

“sister, you always said men were heartless pigs but my experience so far quite the opposite. Both so sensitive~”