Sleeping With the Enemy

    Grandmother patted her. “No worry ‘bout Anka. No worry. He love you, girl. Tell you all time.”

    Sybil felt her heart swell at the first part of Grandmother’s speech, but then fresh doubt crept in. “He’s never said he loved me.”

    Grandmother rolled her eyes. “Say all time, nodia. Means beloved.”

    “It does?” Sybil asked wonderingly, breathless with the thought that she was telling the truth.

    “I told you learn hiutzu, girl! Then you know like everybody else!” She snorted in disgust. “Him tell whole world and you fool, you don’t hear! Him build fine house. Big house. Me and you, we move in before baby come.”

* * * *

    Sybil was never more glad to have anything over with in her life-or more exhausted from her labors! The choked wail that cut through the silence that had fallen over the room was the sweetest sound she’d ever heard.

    “Is it alright?” she gasped wearily.

    “This is a fine boy!” Grandmother Lonlea informed her. “You did a very good job!”

    Sybil laughed with sheer delight. “It’s a boy?”

    “Yes-a very fine boy! The ladies will adore him.”

    Sybil laughed when the elder waggled her brows salaciously. She lifted her arms hopefully when Grandmother moved away from the foot of the bed with the wiggling bundle. “First I clean him up!”

    Sighing, Sybil dropped her arms, watching anxiously as Grandmother directed the nurse who’d attended her with the doctor. The doctor massaged her empty belly and appeared to be satisfied. “Shall I invite your lover in?”

    “Yes, please.”

    Anka looked like he’d delivered the baby himself when he came in. His complexion was so gray it alarmed her. After glancing toward the two women and the squalling baby, he moved to the bed and dropped to his knees awkwardly, more as if they’d given out than if it was by choice. He caught her hand, squeezing it. “He’s beautiful.”

    “You saw him?” Sybil asked eagerly.

    He blinked at her. “I got a glimpse.”

    Sybil was a little peeved. She hadn’t even gotten a glimpse of him yet! The thought had barely registered, though, when Grandmother brought the baby to the bed and very carefully laid him between her and Anka.

    Sybil looked down at the face of her son and fell in love immediately. “He’s… adorable! He looks just like his daddy!”

    Anka looked disconcerted. He smiled a little uncertainly. “He does?”

    Sybil sent him a look and scooped the baby up, bringing him to her chest. He began to calm down almost instantly, further endearing himself to his proud mother… and then began to search her chest a little frantically.

    “Oooh! He has a good appetite, that one!” Grandmother exclaimed proudly. “Give him the breast girl.”

    Sybil felt her face heat, but she shifted the baby until she could unearth a breast. “I sure hope he knows what he’d doing, because I don…” He made a snorting sound when he felt the nipple touch his cheek, whipped his head around, and chomped down on it, pulling on it for all he was worth and kneading it with his tiny hands. Sybil winced, turning redder. “I guess he does.”

    Grandmother beamed at them for several moments and then turned and shooed the doctor and his nurse from the room.

    Sybil smiled tiredly at Anka when they were alone. “You look so tired, sweety. Bad day?”

    He dragged his attention from the baby and looked up at her. “I think yours was rougher than mine,” he said wryly. “I should be asking you that.”

    Sybil smiled wanly. “It wasn’t as bad as I expected,” she lied, “and it was worth it. He’s so beautiful!”

    His eyes gleamed. “You think he looks like me?”

    “Yes, I do,” she said, chuckling.

    Anka folded his arms on the side of the bed after a few minutes, settling his head on them. “He’s strong,” he murmured.

    “You’re telling me!” Sybil said jokingly, shifting the baby to one arm so that she could stroke Anka’s hair.

    He closed his eyes. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured. “I got used to having you in my bed.”

    “I’ve missed you, too. I thought you wanted me to stay with Grandmother,” she added tentatively. “You said it was traditional.”

    He sighed irritably. “It is… but I don’t have to like it.”

    “Then we don’t have to do it,” Sybil said pointedly. “It isn’t as if it will change things, you know. I have friends-not many but more than I had before. Myune is the only person here who seems to positively loathe me. So, I still get some nasty looks from time to time. I see a lot more polite smiles-because of you.”

    He opened his eyes and looked at her, shaking his head. “Maybe at first. Maybe they gave you a chance because of me, but they like you and respect you because of you. Do you regret… coming to me, nodia?”

    She smiled at him lovingly. “Not even a little bit. Not for a moment. I think you’re the most wonderful man ever born and I’m the luckiest woman alive.”

    As sleepy as she was, she was sorry when Grandmother came back to remind Anka not to stay long and keep her awake. He leaned over her to kiss her and then hesitated and leaned down to kiss the baby. “May I come tomorrow?”

    She smiled sleepily. “I love you. You’re always welcome to me, Anka.”

    Grandmother tsked. “Improper! Say to him, maybe!”

    Sybil opened her eyes and grinned up at Anka. “Ask me tomorrow when you come.”

    Anka grinned at her and let Grandmother push him from the room. She surprised him by stopping him before he could leave. “Let me see that face!” she demanded.

    Sighing, Anka bent down to her level.

    She studied his face seriously for several moments and finally patted his cheek. “Just as I thought! You are hopeless, Anka l’Kartay and so is your woman! Tomorrow, you come and bring all your things. You stay in that room!” she added, pointing.

    Anka stared at her in surprise. “You want me to move in?”

    Grandmother caught his face between her palms. “You aren’t weary so much as your spirit is heavy with sorrow and loneliness, my son. There are too many empty arms and too many wounded hearts in this place, nodio. You come and stay here with us and we’ll be a family together, yes?” She shrugged. “Besides, we need a man to lift heavy things.”

    Anka chuckled. “I have to wait until tomorrow?”

    She pursed her lips. “Ok. Tonight! Don’t wake my daughter or my grandson, mind you! And no complaining about squalling babies!”

    “No, Grandmother.” He hesitated. Scooping her up, he kissed her soundly. “Thank you, Grandmother… for taking care of Sybil and my son.”

    She wagged her finger in front of his face. “No fucking till she better! I’ll beat you with my broom I catch you sneaking in there!”

    Anka reddened, but he laughed. “I’ll behave,” he promised.

The End

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

The End