Tag: @sdavid09 @walking-potter-davinci-games @sherala007
Bofur has been living in this modern Earth for a few years now, Riordan was in school, and doing quite well. His mother was an excellent tutor, and Bofur had found work on a production line. It paid well, was very straightforward, and left him plenty of time to spend with his family. Piper still worked at her coding job, but she was certainly out of her cave, as she called it, more often now. He could see that, for the two had taken up hiking in the mountains that rose behind their home, and he could see her body had gotten leaner, stronger, but had not lost its softness nor femininity. Mahal, she was a beautiful woman! Though he had been mildly surprised to see all the fuss she went through to color her hair the way she did. He thought it a silly ritual, for he didn’t care what color her hair was, he would love her if it all fell out. But she was happier with it this way. That’s what mattered to him, his family was happy, safe, and well provided for.
Everything was going well, in a pleasant routine.
Until that routine was interrupted. By the strangest little thing. It had happened nearly a year ago now. He pulled on his beard gently as he thought back on it.
Bofur had found it on the counter, and picked it up, still as curious as ever, turning it over this way and that. He wasn’t certain what it was, and went to find his lovely wife. “Piper?” He got her attention, and lofting his brows questioningly, held up the little... thing. He hadn’t a clue what else to think of it as.
“Oh!” Piper seemed startled to see it, and she jumped up, taking it from him and dropping it into the trash can under her desk. “It’s… well, I was just curious.”
“Abou’ what?” Bofur asked, in a patient tone he took on when he knew Piper forgot he didn’t know what something was. At first he had often gotten quite frustrated, but soon they had come to understand one another better. Now, at times like this, he knew he had to prompt her for explanations a little bit, and she did her best to quit assuming he knew how everything worked in this world. Now he just needed to discern why did she look so nervous. Was something wrong? Worry crept into his mind and his heart beat heavily in his chest.
“It’s… an ovulation test, I’ve been doing them for a while now.” Piper explained. “We talked about our family growing, and I went off the birth control, remember?”
Ovulation? He knew that term from the time he had asked her about her birth control, and gotten a very long and horrifyingly detailed explanation. It had been very educational. “Aye,” Bofur nodded, squashing down a giddy feeling starting up in him. She hadn’t said she was pregnant, but he was hopeful. “And…?” When she didn’t reply, he set the little thing down and stepped closer, reaching out to her. “Amrâlimê?”
Piper sighed and shook her head. “They keep coming back negative. What if I can’t have more children!?” She blurted out tearfully, her emotions she had bottled up over the matter sweeping over her in a rush. Bofur drew her out of her chair and into his strong arms and she cried on his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I’d love ye no less if all we have is Rio. I love him as me own, ye know tha’.” That boy was as much his world as his mother was, and though they were not blood, they were family. He loved being a father.
“Aye,” Piper whined piteously, copying his accent as she did when she was being cute with him. It made her smile when he chuckled over it. “I love you.” And she meant it, so very much.
Now, sitting on the garden bench with his pipe, a habit he staunchly refused to give up, he smiled as he watched his wife walk over to him, bringing his thoughts back to the present. “Hello there, ye beautiful lass. Would ye loike t’ sit with an old codger?”
Piper laughed gently and rolled her eyes at him, sitting lightly on his lap. Her arm draped around his shoulders with comfortable ease and her fingers brushed along one of his thick braids. “Bo, I have something.” From her wooly knit cardigan pocket she drew out a familiar little test. “Look!”
Bofur set his pipe stem between his teeth, politely turning his head away from her slightly, to direct the smoke away from her face, he knew it made her cough. Taking the test, he eyed the little window on it, then raised a brow at her. “Aye…?” Did she expect him to know what these little symbols meant? She hadn’t once explained it to him, so he waited for her to clarify, though he had that rising giddy feeling again. But not wanting to disappoint her should this not be the answer he hoped, and longed for, he kept that feeling under a tight watch.
The pipe fell as his mouth hung open. “Lass… ye mean…?”
“We can start trying again!”
Bofur laughed gleefully, sweeping her up into his arms and dancing around with her in wild circles. “Oh! I’ve never stopped!” He teased her, pulling her in and kissing her soundly. “Rio’s got class fer four more hours…” His dark eyes sparkled with mischievous lust, and he set her down only to pull her near, roughened fingers gently pushing the edge of her blouse up.
“That’s plenty of time,” She agreed, slipping off her cardigan and reaching for his belt.
They never even left the garden…
Some time later they discovered the dropped pipe had spilled its contents on the wooden bench, and they had smoldered a dark spot onto the finished wood. However whenever either of them saw it, they would just smile a little and leave it be.
