Miranda

Chapter 4

Miranda woke up to a baby crying, her whole body was on fire. yet she was oddly satified for the frist time in a long time.

she slowly tryed to get out of bed to find herself tangled in her husbands arms. which sent the memories from the day before come crashing back.

she hastily pushes him off her and stumble out of bed hissing at the pain. she did not have time to be ashamed of her actions, she had to attend to her wonds and that poor child which was posbbly starving. she looks at the bed in disgust. already forgot about his own child.

Mirand makes her way to the bathroom hoping the damage wasn't to bad. but she knew it would not be the case. for she felt her face was swollen and she knew she was still bleeding down her back for she felt the drobs rundown her back . it wasnt a steady flow, which was good, but she knew she had to stop the bleeding and get some food in her to help her bounce back to. sshe washed up the best she could and went into the kitchen, teying to be as silent as she could be in fear of waking Morgan up. she got out the goat milk, that she thankfully had In from the day befors milking.

miranda had learned that serving was adapting and when she had ran intonsome wild goats she had beged her husband and morgan to rangle up a few so could start our own herd. thanks to her brilliant thinking they know had a source of milk, meat and fiber to make clothing. and now there was a baby that it will benefit.

Merinad looks up and thanks god for the forsight for, this child would sourly die without its mother had she not had the goats milk.

meranda poors the milk into a bottle she had on hand in hopes for a child of her own. then places it in a pot full of water so she could warm it up on the wood stove. while she was waiting for it to warm up she looked through the cubbards looking for the biggest kitchen knife she had.

as she found it she heard her husband enter the room."what are you doing" he says in a tone she did not recognize. was it concern, was it annoyance, a little of both, miranda was not sure. all she knew was she wasnt planing on giving him the time of day.

she turns around knife in hand and opens the wood chamber to the stove and placed the knife in it. then she takea the bottle on the top of the stove to test it on her skin. it was just right.

annoyed that she was ignoring him after last night he takes the bottle from her hands not thinking what it was for. "again. i ask what are you doing." he says with unmistakable annoyance in his tone.. merinads bearly had the energy to fight, let aline stand, but she was pushing on for the childs sake. "I am feeding your child." she says and puta an emphasis on your to rub his inferdelity in his face.

morgan flinched at her words and moved aside, knowing it was pointless to say anything bc he knew after yeaster he was in the wrong. he choose to step out there mareage when he could found what he need in it. but he was selfish. he knew that know.

so he just watched as she simply took care of a child that wasnt her own like it was her blood. he watches he dab the bottle on her skin again and looks at his daughter, "see little one, its just right. not to cold, and not too hot, but just right. just like goody locks like it. maybe if you like it you can scare the big bad bear away. huh. what do you say little one. will you eat for me." she talks tonthe child as she trys to encorage the child to drink from the bottle.

morgans heart broke in two at the sceen infront of him, that should be her child. damn it what have I done. he repremends himself.

miranda finished feeding the child and layed her back in her makeshift crib. at least he dd that right she thinks as she walks backnto the stove. morgan gets alarmed when she gets a towel tonpick up a glowing red knife out of the embers. she looks at him with determination and holds it out to him." since you love inflicting pain on me, why dont you do the pleasure of carterizing the wonds. unless you want me to bleed out" she says with sarcasm. morgan quckly took the knife and knew she was right, which alzo ment she was one tuff cookie if she was willing to go through this torture.

"brace your self" he says as he turns her to bend over the table and lays a gently kiss on the bae of her neck as her sears her skin. miranda stiffened from the pain only to let out a moan when he nibbiled on her neck. she felt is c**k harden against her.

oh he'll maybe one more time to get through the pain . mirnada thinks to her self as she wiggls her ass against his hardning c**k.

morgan let out a deep grown almost as if he was growling. miranda couldnr help but thinknit was sexy. she wiggles her ass some as he lays down the knife again searing another wound. she archs her back shoving her ass into his d**k hissing fromthe pain only to moan as he lifts her dress up and positions his c**k at her wet entrance.

miranda wimpered as he had not fully enterd her, she tryed to push againt him but he held her hips in place. she thumped the table in frusteration only to feel the knife and his c**k at the time. damb that man knew timing she thought as the asult continued. loving every second of it.only to pass out from it all for she still forgot to eat.

morgan roared her name as he spilt his seed inside her, something he hadnt done in years. and as he left her body he felt her slump to the table for she had passed out from the shock.

what a woman, he looks at his exusted wife and mase sure she wasnt bleeding anymore. he checked is handy work making sure he got all the wonds, then he picked her up and took her th thier bed, where she slept for the next day. leaving Morgan to get to know his knew daughter.