Lucille
Jared, the native leader, led their group through the trees. Eventually, the trees thinned out, giving way to the outskirts of a settlement, stone-built houses with straw-thatched roofs. They were led between the buildings through mud-caked streets where children played, watched over by their parents doing chores in their gardens.
Lucille looked around her as she walked, imagining her and Wallis living in a place like this, their children playing in the mud. Touching her hand to her stomach, she felt a slight bump forming there already. A smile formed on her face and tears welled in her eyes at the thought.
An arm wrapped around her shoulders and a hand covered her hand resting on her stomach. “Are you alright, my love?” came Wallis’s voice in her ear.
Leaning into Wallis a
