Your husband, Rune, Chief of your village. An island off of Iceland. He is leading the men to a raid, they expected to be gone a month. You sit on your shared bed, petting the furs he continues to bring home. Your stomach swelling each day, growing your first child. Being pregnant made you miss his presence more than normal.

you spend the first day of a new gathering period watching over the children running through the grasslands. Mothers picking berries, roots, anything useful.

Your focus is taken away by a young woman yelling and pointing off to the waters. A ship in the horizon. Your husbands ship.

All the women gather their children run to the dock. An elder comes and hooks her arm in yours. You pant and smile realizing how out of breath and unstable you’ve been

Men run down the lowered ramp of the ship. Finding their families. Standing confused not seeing Rune anywhere. Feeling anxiety rise up, you’re startled hearing a deep voice

My heart. How you’ve grown so beautifully.