She starts to stir and scrunches her nose and I can't help but smile. She always looks so cute when she does that. I stroke her cheek, and she opens her eyes and smiles at me. “Zander,” she whispers and sits up. She cups my face and kisses my lips softly.
“I was so worried. Are you okay? Should I get the doctor?” she asks, concern evident on her face, but I just smile and kiss her again. “I am fine. Did they check you and the baby?” I asked. “We are both okay, but I was told to make sure that I removed myself from stressful situations. That shouldn't be a problem anymore, so we will be just perfect,” she answers.
“Good, I am glad you and the baby are both okay. Is Martha really dead?” I ask, because I'm really not sure. “She is, and only a few of her hired men survived. Keira’s wound w
