"Wife, I am sorry I am late. I will quickly warm you up." Like a robot I turned, eyes widening in shock.
That voice... No, it couldn't be, right?
I am hearing things... Right?
"First Pa!" First?
"I will warm the blood," another male entered, "Welcome back second father," the memory had no—the memory appeared and lo' and behold, I have four males as my husbands. They are hunters, a set of brothers who are cousins. Their mothers were sisters who died from the cold a few years ago. That was all I knew from the memory, no further details which sent alarm bells in my head. This is the ancient times, at least from what I have seen so far, women, especially eastern women, do not have children alone and survive.
I swallowed.
Trying my best not to panic, even though there was the loop being played in my head, 'Dont panic Du-Gooder, don't panic...'
