“What were you doing down there?” he asked. “Trying to be something I’m not,” she sulked, “I’m not a fighter, a hero.” “I’ve seen ...ou with a bow, you may not be the best at handling a broadsword but your accuracy with the bow is better than any man,” he reassured in an attempt to comfort her. She looked into his eyes, batting them as her head nestled into his chest. They shared one more passionate kiss as the moon passed across the opening, shining through the gaps. Steve’s hand slowly moved. When did you give birth?”“When I was 14, twenty years ago. I had cancer and I have been told that it would take a miracle to get pregnant, ever!”“Well you have three miracles growing. And I am very sad to say that I am not sure that there is room for all three. So to put it bluntly, you may have to come to a point where you need to face losing all three babies or aborting one to make room for the other two.”We sat there stunned. I was racking my brain for questions and only one came out of my. My interest was starting to grow as my mom set the phone down & briefly stared off into space. I briefly took a swig from my pop before I asked her what's up. “Oh, Kyle, that was your aunt... apparently grandpa Joe hurt his back. It's nothing too serious, he just has to stay in bed for a few days. Unfortunately, grandma's gonna need some help around the farm until he's better. So your aunt and I are going to drive down tomorrow morning, we'll be back in four days.” “Oh, I see...” I said, trying. "Mom, I need to talk to you." Mrs. Sawyer said as she grabbed hold of her own hands and pulled Ben out of her dad's arms. "Excuse us for a moment while we step outside for a minute." As they passed the hall mirror, Ben pulled free from his mom's tiny grasp. He placed on hand on his mom's breast and ran the other through his mom's long hair. Removing a pin, the hair dropped down from its bun to pass his shoulders. "Stop that." Mrs. Sawyer whispered as she grabbed her own arm again and dragged.