Cotton Blossom

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"Hold on now, don't get too excited," Wes chides her, nearly being quite the hypocrite since he, before on the horse, could hardly keep his mouth shut about it. Evangeline would now realize that he gave nothing too big away on the ride, images seeming like normal ways to raise a family. The rooms in the house are a requirement for no family can survive without a place to cook the meals and a different room to eat them in. Wes is certain she will jump with absolute joy once she takes note of the lake beyond a few rows of tall grass. A pathway can easily be cut down, giving them the optimal opportunity to run to the lake and back whenever they please. Its better than wading through the itchy blades.

"You haven't even seen the inside, come on." Wes passes her, their hands still linked together like iron chain links. They will forever be inseparable. "I'll give you the grand tour, here step inside." And so the time passes and Wesinaco shows her every inch of the house from the cellar door to the lower basement to the cramped spaces of the attic. The rooms are all very cool, the masonry work done to utter perfection. The mountains, Wes assumes, as all the ore the white men could ever want and in return, they take the unneeded slabs and carve them up to make the stones jut out of the walls, supported by large wooden four by fours. He couldn't have asked for a sturdier built home, the retailer giving Wes a complete history of this mason's house.

As they walk through the house, Wes gives her a tour and a history. Every room and every nook has its own secret. Wes even tries to convince her that there are secret tunnels connecting to the house. They haven't been used in years, the passageways sealed off beneath the other side of the stone but Evangeline quickly sees through his playful lie. Why would there be tunnels to the middle of nowhere? Eventually, Wes brings her through the tall grass to the aspect of the house that peaks her interest fully. The lake. It's a long lake, much like the fingers on Wes' hands. The deepest part is the center, the pull downwards gradual. That gives them optimal playing space for both parents and kids. They'll be able to splash around in the underwater springs and not worry about drowning.
 
"Oh, Wes!" Evangeline gushed as soon as the crystal clear blue waters come in view. She was absolutely amazed by the view in front of them, even more excited to know that this would soon be their's.
Yes, the young woman had rather quickly made up her mind that she liked the house as much as her husband did. What was there not to like? With two floors and plenty of space to move and grow, Evangeline couldn't have asked for anything better. She had already mentally picked out how they were going to furnish the home, and which bedrooms the girls were going to have. They would make a little nursery that would accommodate any little kicking babies in the future, as well. With all of those extra bedrooms Evangeline knew her husband wanted to grow their clan as well.

"This is just wonderful!" she giggled, tugging on her husband's hand and closer to the water. The house was rather old and thus did not have indoor plumbing, but with the rushing water so close, Evangeline knew that would not be a problem. Here she could crouch and wash their clothing, or take the children down to be bathed. The lakeside was pebbled with no sharp or jagged rocks, and not a lot of sand to get dirty. This home just seemed to be gettting better and better, and Evangeline's smile grew with each new discovery.

Slipping out of her shoes, Evangeline grinned at her husband as she stepped into the lake. She shrieked, a little frightened by the coolness of the water at first, but soon got used to it and released his hand. The bottom lace of her pretty skirt was beginning to get soaked, but Wesinaco had taught her not to be so worried about such things. Mother nature was meant to be enjoyed, and she should not left her voluminous attire stop her. Countless times he had merely pulled up her skirts and taken her gently, enjoying her body for a rather quick session of love-making.
"It's perfect," she murmured, walking up to him and taking both of his hands. Her eyes were suddenly full of tears - happy tears, of course - and she was looking up at him through her lashes. "Oh Wes, this is so beautiful. It's like it was made for us! It even reminds me of the cabin you built, what seemed like a lifetime ago. But we will make wonderful memories here, strong and sturdy. I love it, I love you!"
 
Wes follows his effulgent wife into the calm centurion water before them. Now that they're away from the whites, something Wed always desired, her husbands shoulders relax and his head holds itself high above his head. He openly admires the way her clothing smacks right against her curves. Memories, such as their first time in the forest together, cloud over his mind. A harder time when Evangeline couldn't bare the dirt or the coolness of fresh mountain water. His girl, his Eva, has grown so much. She has learned to love the world as he does. Once his people give her a chance, he is sure that she will be loved. Undoubtably loved.

When she takes his hands in hers, he wades into the water with her. Even though her waistline is submerged and his is towering above the silent beauty of the springs, Wes finds that he adores how short she is. In order to make her comfortable, Wes drags her into the deeper water until the dark blue is nearly up to her neck. She shouldn't fear it for Wes takes her by the waist, pulling her up against his rock hard chest. The Cheyenne man doesn't stop there. Pulling her up from the water, he assists her in wrapping her legs around his waist. She now can easily rest her arms on his shoulders and he is forced to look up into her eyes.

"It's all for you my dear, all for you. Till the end of time I won't stop giving to you and our family. I promise you we will revel in this place and live here until we're old and gray. Mel and Beth are welcome any time they wish for our doors will always be open," Wes' eyes sparkle, and he adds with a laugh, "Well almost always open." He tilts his head upwards so that she may kiss him with all the desire she dreams of.
 
Evangeline shrieked and laughed when her husband wrapped his big arms around her waist and hoisted her away his sturdy frame and into the air. She was amazed that even in the cool fall air it was rather warm, and Eva could imagine bringing their children to the waters edge for bathing and splashing around. Mia and Rosalie enjoyed nature just as much as their father did and Eva was glad he had instilled that in them, given them such a wonderful gift.

Perhaps it was the fact that they had been cruelly seperated for so long but their passion for one another was burning bright. The slightest swipe of Wes's hand against her hip or her breast had Evangeline positively on fire, always making her blush in front of her sisters and the townspeople. Sometimes she wondered if Wesinaco did it on purpose just to get her all randy for the evening to come - because the last few they could not get enough of one another. Evangeline enjoyed loving her husband so much and was looking forward to the freedom that they would be able to have in their on little home, just like when they had their cabin what felt like lifetimes ago.

"I intend to christen this house the moment we can move in..." She giggled, kissing down at him and running her lips continuously over his. "Every little spot and surface..." She whispered, running her fingers down the back of his neck. She toyed with the hairs there, knowing that turned him on and aroused him.
 
"You, my dear, are making my head spin," Wes wades through the water as if he were a drunk man, nearly tipping over a handful of times but never dropping Evangeline from his grasp. "I think I might... woah!" the rush of cold water passes by the two of them once they submerge into the deepness of the lake. Wes, still not letting go of Evangeline, quickly surfaces as to not give her too much fright. The fresh mountain water sprays from Wes' head while he snaps his head from left to right, his hair whipping from side to side. Evangeline's blonde hair is sticking to his torso, her long curls now a sheet of wet curtain clinging on for dear life. Wes tenses, readying himself for a playful smack from his wife.

"It must have been a pebble!" He cries out immediately after the fact, blaming his fall on inanimate objects as he usually blames plenty of other mistakes on. He dropped a plate once and claimed that it was because it tried to bite him. Evangeline knows that Wes isn't a stupid man, quite the opposite so when he claims this or that happened, she can see the smirk on his face grow. A lie to cover up how ashamed he is of his mistakes. It's all in good humor though, Wes almost always laughing after the facts.

Kissing Evangeline again, her lips as warm as always, Wes speaks to her after a barrage of small pecks to her face, nose, and lips. "But now that we're all wet..." That smirk comes back to his lips, a playful look making the stars show in his eyes. He makes sure that she is wrapped around his form again before he lifts his fingers to the crest of her upper garments. Lightly tugging, his brow raises, egging her onwards to make their love in this new and perfect moment. "Why don't we hang these clothes out to dry?" Moving them to shallower water, their waists still submerged underneath the crystal clear ripples, Wes tugs his own shirt off, throwing it to shore. His entire torso is now streaked small rills of water from his wet hair, the sun shining, causing him to glint as if he were an angel.
 
Now that Evangeline was completely soaked, she felt like she had added a good hundred pounds to her small frame. Because of their long ride on horseback towards the West she had skipped wearing a few petticoats, but her corset and dress were completely dripping with the water, weighing her down. Eva could not have been more thankful when Wes suggested that they hang them out to dry.
She waded up to her ankles, leaving her husband behind in the deeper water. She did not want to just toss her things onto the ground as she crafted them carefully herself. Even when Wesinaco and her had been seperated, she had stitched and sewn all sorts of garments. More lately she enjoyed making dresses for the girls, but she was still partial to crafting shirts for her husband as well as skirts and bonnets for herself. This was was a bit older and made of a floral maroon-coloured cotton.

Evangeline took her sweet time removing her clothing, her back to her husband, the thin silk of her white undergarments not leaving too much to the imagination. Was it positive to be so comfortable with someone? Eva had never thought so, especially after the way that Timothy had treated her. Yet her Wes had seen every nook and inch of her fair flesh, and cherished it all. It was a Godsend for poor Evangeline who had always been a little self conscious over her form - especially after birthing too babies and have it change so much.

When Eva turned back to her husband, she smiled daintily. She still wore her bloomers and camisole, not leaving much to the imagination especially as her nipples perked with the cool air and clung to her nether regions.
"What?" Eva asked, smiling at him as she went up to her shins. She shivered a bit and crossed her arms around her ample breasts.
When he raised a brow, Evangeline just scoffed playfully, "you think I am going to get in there naked? Isn't there a tribe of your people nearby? Maybe someone up stream? I swear to God Wes if someone sees me naked I am going to be mortified and never talk to you again..."
 
With every layer that Evangeline peels off of her skin, Wes feels his heart beat faster and faster, resulting in his already tight pants to become even tighter with raw desire. Watching her slowly bend over or turn in such a simple way is both irritating and strikes him with a whirlwind of libido like a stake into the ground. Every moment that passes just drives that stake deeper and deeper into the ground. But, being a good husband, he doesn't tell her to hurry up for he really, in earnest, is enjoying the show she is putting on for him. How could he not like a blonde girl, dripping wet with both water, and hankering he is sure, remove article after article of her own craftsmanship?

"They won't see you naked, Evangeline," Wes assures her, not knowing the status of his tribesmen but truly just wanting her to get in the water. While she took her sweet time, he removed his pants, undergarments, and suspenders, tossing them to shore. It's not that he doesn't care for them but the only way he knows to get Evangeline back where he is, is to stay here. "And if they do, I'm really sure they won't care. Your body is your temple, you may do what you like with it and they respect that. A white woman stripping down in the middle of the forest for her husband." Wes lets out a strong breath as he lies back and starts to dead man's float around, "That's sexy."

"So you better remove those yourself or I'll come over there and derobe you myself." His voice sounds angry but playful, a simple glance enough to tell her just what she wishes to see. Her loving husband simply winking before settling back into the water. Wes continues to float effortlessly around the lake. Closing his eyes, he relaxes, his muscles allowing him to stay afloat. His mother taught him how to swim, a smile warming his features as he listens to the birds chirping their songs for all to hear. Such a peaceful place soon to be disturbed with their animalistic ways.
 
Oh, he certainly knew how to make her blush? Even if Evangeline had grown more comfortable with her body and being naked around her love, she still was not entirely used to his wording for her. Sexy - erotic - sensual... the words made her blush from her cheeks down to her neck. Wesinaco seemed to enjoy that, his sweet little wife not once losing her innocence even if he had made love to her time and time again.

For a long moment, Evangeline merely watched her husband floating around in the water. Her eyes flitted this way and that; she knew that his Cheyenne counterparts were rather comfortable with nudity (some women even daring to walk their tribe topless) she was not sure how she would feel about other men looking at her bare breasts and torso. Evangeline was rather surprised that Wes was okay with it.
Then again, these were no hungry and highly sexual white men. They did not see women as objects merely meant for their desire. Instead they were loved and cherished, their bodies as Wes described as their temples.
Still, Eva was unsure and merely just watched her husband lay in the water for a bit. He looked so serene, like a bronzed bear floating about in the grand lake. He was powerfully roped with muscle, and reminded Evangeline of a sturdy ox. That was what she had thought when she had first met him too, tall and powerful, and unlike any other man she had seen before.

Deciding to play around rather than engage in her husband's sexuality, Evangeline darted amongst the bushes. She took the pathway off the side of the house as not to return to it. Wes would soon notice his wife was gone - and then the game was start. Evangeline never got very far before he caught her, but she giggled and laughed the entire time he took strides in the forest.
Trying to muffle her hard breathing and little laughs, Evangeline cupped a hand over her mouth as she crouched behind a rather large bush, blossoming with delicate flowers even in the early fall. A few leaves and sticks crunched underneath her feet, and Evangeline peeked through the bushes, seeing if her husband had followed her trail.
 
Hearing the shuffling of wildlife, too loud to be a simple animal, Wes glances up from the water, seeing the last of Evangeline's rear disappear into the brush. Smirking, he, for whatever reasons, becomes even more hungry at the notion of him having to find his food. So he pretends, like any sly husband might, not to notice his wife's feeble attempts at skipping away quietly. Or perhaps it is her intention -not- to be sneaky. Finding he can't handle the throws of his own mind, Wes gives Evangeline enough time to scamper off like a doe and he, strong and proud, shall track her. Just thinking of what might ensue causes Wes to nearly forget which bush she disappeared into, let alone find the small feet mark she leaves behind in the soil.

He searches and searches, pretending to know what he is doing but in reality, he is thinking with his own nether regions, causing a stir within his mind. Through the next clearing, he is now adjacent to the clearing that holds Evangeline crouching beneath the tall flowering bush. Itching his head, Wes is completely baffled. If Arathi were with him, he is sure that they could find her in a heartbeat. Seeing that Arathi is home with Mel, Wes hopes to the spirits that he actually will be able to find Evangeline and that she isn't lost forever. Panic slowly grows within his belly the more he looks and looks, uncovering nothing but twigs, dirt, and leaves.

"Evangeline?" He finally calls out, giving up completely as he leans his bare bottom on a nearby rock, "You've fooled me enough, my dear, come out." He chuckles, hearing the shuffling of the brush and his body spins in that direction, getting ready to greet his dear wife with a big bear hug.
 
Evangeline had a wide, toothy grin on her face when she realized that she had actually fooled her husband! Back at their old cabin in the south, she had hid from him in the surrounding forest merely to play games. And every single time Wesinaco had found his wife, often even getting ahead of her in running and dropping down from the trees. It seemed at this moment though that Eva had the upper hand, and as she peeked through the bushes, she could not help but giggle softly.
What was up with him? Though judging from the hardened piece of flesh in between his legs, now standing at attention and in dire need of her own body, Evangeline could guess what was going on. But the tease always made the final outcome a whole lot sweeter.

Getting down on her knees and hands, Eva began to creep through the thick brush, doing her best not to step on any large sticks that would crinkle and crack. Even after birthing two babies though, she was rather light and a lot like the little doe that Wes often compared her to, she was light on her feet. Her clothing stuck to her, her white silk camisole and bloomers, and as a result dirt stuck to those, too. Eventually Eva figured though they'd get back into the water.

Raising her head for a mere moment, Evangeline looked for her husband. In that second though it seemed she had stepped on the home of a little burrowing animal, as it squealed and immediately began to scamper among the leaves. Eva shrieked out in surprise, immediately springing off of the area and watching as a little rodent, perhaps a mouse or groundhog, ran off. Her heart was beating madly in her chest but then she smiled, realizing that her cover had been easily blown.
When Wes finally rounded the corner and found her, Evangeline was laying with her bottom on the ground and one of her legs extended, pretending to fend him off. "No way you are getting me that lake, Mister Tapaha! What if someone sees me?"
 
Creeping around, Wes looks more down at his hardened member than actually to the trees, bushes, and brush. He feels so stupid not being able to find Evangeline within the next moment but the blood is rushing to other areas of his body without his stoping it. Sighing, he is about to give up when he hears the small noise, coming to life immediately. I got her now! He happily cheers, knowing she is bound to make fun of his slacking at another point in time. He chuckles at her feeble attempt to fend him off. Grabbing her ankles in his paws of hands, he forces her legs open before settling him, and his counterpart, on her so that she cannot squirm away.

"Playing hide and go seek, that's a new one, is it?" He smiles, settling her squirming body with his hands around her wrists. "Making me run around the forest naked in search for you when I clearly cannot think straight. You're such a tease, my dear," sliding his fingers through hers, he presses his chest to her protruding nipples, his own quite perky because of the change in temperature from the warm lake (his body had gotten used to it by the time Evangeline slipped away) to the colder air. "And you'll pay for being so sleek. A little minx caught in my trap," he squeezes her hands before lowering his face down in her kissing range.

"It surprises me that you're more frightened of my people finding you in a lake, where most of your body is covered by the velvety water when right here, right now, you're soaking wet," his hand trails over her camisole, "And -completely- exposed." Grinning profusely, he adds, "at least you're being covered by a very tall, very aroused, Cheyenne man who loves you to---"

Another rustling is heard from the bushes, voices perking Wes' ears up as if he were a dog, his head snapping in the direction of the Cheyenne sounds. Before a heartbeat passes, two women and three men make their way into the clearing. They must have heard Wes and Evangeline - wanting to come to see what the trouble was. The two middle aged women immediately start to blush, seeing the Cheyenne man's bare bottom but such things are only bodily reactions. The two men step forward, spears held beside them. All of them are practically naked, small cuts of cloth covering some parts and revealing others.

The black haired man speaks first, his tone unsettling and unfriendly. Wes can't blame them - they think he is taking advantage of the young and innocent white woman. A white woman but a woman none the less. "HALT!" They bellow, Wes crawling off of Evangeline, lifting her up as he does. Turning around to the Cheyenne men, Wes doesn't even attempt to cover up his arousal, no thoughts of shyness running through his body. He is who he is. In a quick sentence, he explains what is going on and the Cheyenne men lower their spears. Reaching around behind him, Wes looks back at Evangeline cowering behind him and takes her hand gingerly in his, giving her an assured squeeze.

"Don't be afraid. Show them you love me back and all will be well."

"Tapaha?" The older woman mutters, squinting at Wes as if trying to evoke a connection between the man and the name. "W-Wesinaco Tapaha?" Wes' face immediately pales at first, not understanding why this woman knows his name but then it all clicks. She steps forward with the same green eyes as he does, "My Wesinaco?" She asks in her broken English, "It IS you!" And nakedness and all, Wes runs towards her, embracing her with all the might he has left in his body, her eyes filling with joyous tears for her son. "My Wesinaco!" She chirps loudly, the mother bird finally finding her son.
 
It all happened in a flurry of movement and soft growls; at first Wes was on top of her, his hard body pressing up against her softness, about to take her. And then suddenly dark faces were surrounding them and his warmth was gone, leaving his young wife shivering and cowering behind him. Wesinaco seemed utterly at ease with his Cheyenne people, but naked and a little cold, Evangeline was a little wary. Not to mention mortified that they had found them in their arousal, just about to engage in the throws of pleasure and the gifts that only the body of the other could give.

For a long moment, Evangeline just watched the conversation between the dark woman and Wesinaco. These people were every more bronzed than Wes, their skin more muddy than anything. Eva imagined it was in part due to the fact that Wes had been born to a white person, thus diluting his colour. Their sweet daughters just had a slight bronze to their skin, so beautiful, like liquid gold.
As soon as Wes bounded towards the rather small woman, Eva wrapped her arms around herself. Her silk garments left little to the imagination. And then when she realized the engagement between the two, her eyes widened. It only took her a mere few seconds after their encounter to realize that this was Wes's mother; the very woman he had preached about, saying she was perhaps the most wonderful mother he could have asked for. The hug they shared paid tribute to that bond; they embraced for what seemed like an eternity, their smiles wide and tears in their eyes. Their voices mixed between their Cheyenne language and English, making it hard for Wes's young wife to understand.

Finally she was beckoned forward, and keeping her arms around herself, Evangeline slowly made her way over to the Cheyenne woman. She had long dark braids down either side of her face, laced with grey. Eva recognized those forest green eyes immediately and she could not help but smile. She hoped any sons they bore would have those eyes.
"H-Hello," she murmured faintly. Oh, this was certainly not the way she wanted to meet her mother-in-law, the grandmother of her sweet babies! Half naked and wet with water and arousal, Evangeline was horribly embarrassed. She cowered between Wes a bit, tugging onto his arm and glancing up at him, a little panicked.
 
Wesinaco feels a tidal wave of relief, his mother safe from all harm and still among the living. Evangeline and Wesinaco have felt the tight bond between a mother, father, and their children so it's no surprise that the naked man doesn't think twice before running into her arms. He remembers her smell, the same scent wafting over his bare body and clinging onto his skin as hard as her arms do. All those nights she held him as a child, frightened of the clap of thunder and the howl of the wind, she helped him through. After a sweet reunion, Wes releases his darling mother, her eyes flickering to Evangeline.

His mother finally looks to Evangeline, her eyes full of warmth and rid of all judgement. Even though finding her son in such a raunchy and aroused state, she is still pleased to meet her. Wes must have explained their situation for Mother Tapaha walks towards Evangeline with open arms, embracing the young girl if she wants to be or not. Into her ear, Wes' mother whispers a few Cheyenne words before pulling away and looking at her son again with admiration for all he has become.

"You've become such a prince, Wes," she sighs in jest, knowing he has become spoiled making love to such a beautiful girl, "Evangeline Tapaha, it's with great pleasure," she starts out in her broken English, "that I meet you as you are and not what you think you should be." Noticing Eva wrap her arms around her own chest, trying to cover the rounded breasts there, she looks over to one of the men with a fur vest. A few words of Cheyenne are muttered and the man comes over, offering Evangeline the soft furs made from the wildlife that roams freely here. "It's a great honor to meet the half of a soul Wesinaco has been looking for and has found." The Cheyenne's carry on a conversation, not even thinking about the raunchy position the two lovers were in when they first laid eyes upon them. More important matters are at hand! Her son has gotten married and is in love!

She takes Wes' hand in hers, tracing over the veins, remembering a simpler time when his whole hand could barely wrap around her index finger. "I would love to talk to you, Wesinaco, my son, but I see you two are in the middle of a very important ritual." shaking her head, she wags a finger at him, "In the middle of the forest? I thought I taught you better!" letting the pads of her fingers feel his face, the elder woman smiles bright enough to equal one thousand suns, "But, my Wesinaco, let our spirits meet in the skies tonight and wait until the morrow to meet in person."

"Ma," Wes breathes, his hand tightening on hers. The man Evangeline is used to seeing is gone, a caring son left in the wake. He doesn't want to let her out of his sights just yet. Looking back at Evangeline, he pleads with her to be alright spending more time with his mother. "I don't want... you to leave." It's as if this will be Wes' last time seeing his mother, his strong voice shortened to a soft hum. One of respect and gratitude for all the woman has done for him.
 
Evangeline was utterly embarassed that her husband and her had been caught in such a position, yet it did not phase his mother and she was more than glad for that. She was already mortified enough but it seemed that Mother Tapaha was merely happy to see her son so in love. Eva had never heard of the women before her and thus figured that there had not been any serious ones. She was Wes's one and only as he was hers.

Seeing that Wes was rather distraught at letting his mother leave the area Evangeline smiled softly and gripped his hand. Though she was nervous still she was no longer afraid. "Why... Why don't you invite her to our new home?" He ran her fingers along his muscular torso and allowing her touch to linger there. "I am sure that she would love to head all about our girls and what we have been through together." Eva certainly did not want to turn the woman away; she was the grandmother to her daughters after all and she hoped that they would grow up knowing who she was and all the different parts of her wisdom.
Evangeline tugged on his hand and clutched the fur vest closer against her bosom. The Cheyennes did not seem to worry about it but Eva was rather self conscious. She prayed to her own god that her nipples were not protruding so much and that her arousal was not completely obvious. She was a modest girl outside of the bedroom and this her cheeks were blushing.
 
Wes raises a brow to Evangeline when she suggests such an idea. Their home? It's hardly their home yet, they're simply there to make sure that they like it before they place a deposit and hope to the heavens that no one bids higher. Taking Evangeline in his arms, Wes scoots around to her back, his arms crossing over her breasts and the furs that are now covering them. Squeezing her tightly, the ghosts of her fingertips on his torso burning brightly, Wes feels right at home, the softness of the furs gently caressing his arms, his hand gently wrapped in hers. He feels confident that they will see a lot, lot, more of his mother before her and her tribe move off again with the buffalo.

Upon seeing such a loving gesture, Mother Tapaha clutches her fingers to the rags of her own furs. She wants to reach out and just hug the two of them but she remembers a time when she was as much in love with Wes' father as Evangeline is with her son right now. It's better to give them their space instead of having motherly kisses bestowed upon every inch of her son and daughter-in-law's faces. Being a Cheyenne woman, those thoughts are easily handled with a simple smile.

"Your girls?" Mother Tapaha asks, clearly baffled by what Evangeline means. Seeing that they're so young and so very much in love, she figures that this blossoming love is new and fresh much like dew in the early morning. She seriously doubts their lack of love in the years to come, if anything it will grow and grow much like a flower in spring. Her hand moves to her heart, touching the covered skin there before simply reaching her hand out for her sons once the news of children flutters from Evangeline's tongue.

"G-grandchildren?" She gasps, her heart zipping into the sky with such speed, nearly causing her to sway from side to side. "You-you have grandchildren!? Little girls? Oh Wesinaco! You have made me such... such a loving mother. When do I get to see them?" Glancing to Evangeline's belly underneath Wes' arms, her brow is slow to raise, seeing a bit of shape but nothing too strenuous from baring two children. Her hips are large and rounded, legs built for a motherly build, and are something that Mother Tapaha admires. "She is so beautiful, Wesinaco, my daughter," she bows her head to Evangeline, baffled to how beautiful their children will be.
 
Eva was absolutely entranced by the way that Wes's mother was treating her... She was so kind and gentle and his wife could immediately see where Wesinaco had gotten many of his traits from. She knew his mother had been strong but rather strict, and thus Wes had probably taken more after his mother being so kind and gentle. Even by the way she reached out for Eva and gasped at the mention of children, Evangeline knew that she was a kind and peaceful woman.
Surely she did not see the colour of Eva's skin. After all, she had deeply loved a white man before and birthed his child. Wesinaco had only told her bits of that story but her own imagination could piece it together enough.

Wrapping her tiny fingers around Wes's hands, Evangeline smiled at her new mother in law. It was rather apparent that the way into her heart was through her family and hearing of her first grandchildren really seemed to warm her. "Yes," Evangeline smiled softly with a nod of her head. Her blonde hair danced about her shoulders in drying ringlets and she was glad for Wes's arms around her breasts, holding her close. "I have two daughters... We have two little girls. They are Miakoda and Rosalie.. And they are such beautiful little angels... I would love for you to see them as I am sure you will adore them."
 
Evangeline, in the weeks or months to come, will become the very daughter that Mother Tapaha never could enjoy. Only having Wesinaco, complications with her second husband compelling her body to reject his sperm and thus have no children, she could never truly be a mother unless she has a daughter to dote upon. Her grandchildren will, no doubt, be following right behind the grandmother's loving care. If Wes wasn't holding onto his dear wife, he could have started jumping with joy. She can feel his muscles expand and contract, forcing himself to stay attached to her. The last thing he wants is to have his darling wife feel unloved or forgotten.

"Well, ma, the house. We have yet to buy it but it will be ours. I'm sure that every single time you and the other Cheyenne's come back to this very spot, you'll be able to see your grandchildren grow. You're even allowed to stay with us, having a warm bed if its a chilly evening. I would love it very, very, much if you would teach our babies all you have taught me. Seeing in all colors, not just black and white. I miss you, Ma. And I have longed for this day for so very long." tears form in Mother Tapaha's eyes, remembering their goodbye's nearly three years prior to this moment. Her path has taken her along a different, slower road, unable to be here for her son. He hid away in the mountains, not wanting to face the white men without the hope of his mother's return. But now that's all changed.

"That sounds as sweet as a song from the oldest throats, my boy. Two fine daughters for your family and many, many, more bestowed upon you." by this time, the others in the band of Cheyenne have traveled back into the forest, a helpful nod from Mother Tapaha signaling their right to leave, "But, my dears, I must know this before I know any more. You love each other very much, yes? How did such a love come to be? It settles my beating heart to know that my Wesinaco has found such frills that make his heart enlarge. Wes has a strong heart and a good spirit. You'll be very happy on this day and many more days to come until your hair has fallen out of your skull."
 
Eva could not help but look back at Wes when his mother asked them how their love had blossomed. The young woman knew it had to be rather surprising for Mother to come upon her son only three years later with a wife and two children. But their love had started from the very beginning and thus it had no taken them long to consumate their bond and give birth to their family.

Knowing that it was going to be a rather sad and long story, Wes and Evangeline motioned for her to sit on the ground and rocks nearby with them. Being a woman of nature Mother Tapaha had not problem with that, something that Eva found rather refreshing. Ask a white woman to do that and she would raise her chin and scoff. It surely showed poor Eva that the Cheyennes were much better and kinder than she had thought; not all of them were like those savage warriors that had attempted to rip their family apart and kill her.

And so the story begin. Evangeline sat on her husbands sturdy lap, allowing him to hold her close. No doubt he was both trying to make a point to his mother and comfort his wife at th same time. With some prompting Evangeline started the story.
The young bride and mother explained slowly how she had been betrothed to Timothy and what a monster he had been. Knowing to trust her mother-in-law, Eva did not leave out any of the gruesome details.
Gripping Wes's hand she smiled back at him, "but Wes was always there, caring and doting on me, loving me and showing me another world. One day Melinda, Johns wife, suggested we run away and marry. We did quickly and soon our sweet baby Mia was born and we had made a beautiful but small home in the woods." By now Eva was nestled securely against her husbands chest with her cheek against his hard shoulder; when she spoke of the past it made her a little ill. Eva ran her fingers over his arm, imploring him to continue with the rest... The most difficult part of their journey.
 
Wes is so delighted when his mother so willingly accepts Evangeline for the girl she predicts she is. Not that he doubted his mother's kindness at all but the Cheyenne was a tad weary at first of how his mother would react to such a meeting or the men and woman who had been at her side too. At least they gave him a chance to redeem their lustrous actions instead of immediately thinking Wes was under some sort of cruel enchantment by some white demon. Or worst, a spirit that has sought revenge on the whole tribe. Thankfully, there will be no fires laid out to burn the white mother and her heathen children. Never again.

So when Wes starts to explain the rest of the story, bringing Evangeline close to his chest, his mother grows very quiet. She, like her son, understands the Cheyenne tribes reasons for thinking such rancid thoughts. But she openly protests out, telling the two lovers that no matter what is going on between the whites and Cheyenne, a chance should always be given before such brash actions are taken. They had no right to assume such things. Wes can't bring himself to tell her of the women thrown at him but he instead tells of the agony in being separated from Eva. They were to be welcome with open arms but instead, Eva's perception of his people has been skewed. Until, that is, they met Mother Tapaha.

Wes doesn't stop there though, his story only growing worse with the destruction of their lovely home. He describes it in full, closing his eyes and reliving what they thought the height of their lives would have been. Stowed away in the forest and untouched is what they wanted but Tim found them anyway. His mother almost breaks into tears at the mention of the flames and their reparation. But as any sad story, there was always hope to cling onto and that's what Wes did in that cell even though Evangeline had married another. No matter, she did it for him and he now understands that it would have meant his death if she didn't. Her sacrifice is what makes them whole now and put out of harms way. Kissing Evangeline's cheek, Wes lets the story sink in to his dear old mother, praying that she can handle it all.
 
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Luckily Mother Tapaha was warm and inviting and accepted all of their story. She did not judge Eva for marrying Timothy, no doubt because she knew that the girl had done it to free her husband and purely out of her love for him. Wes was her heart and soul and in front of her new mother in law she was certainly not going to hide that.

The air was beginning to grow chilly and since the two of them were wet with lake water and barely in any clothing, Evangeline immediately began to shiver. Wes seemed to see this and immediately told him mother that they needed to leave. However the two of them hoped that they would be able to make a down payment on the house immediately. Perhaps this was all a work of fate and seeing Wes's mother was just showing them that this home was meant to be theirs. Soon they would be welcomed into the area and would continue to grow their small family. Evangeline pressed a hand against her belly, thinking of their children to come. It was a sweet idea now that they were stable.

"Come tomorrow to the front of the house," Evangeline smiled at the woman, reaching out her hand and allowing her to take it. There was a connection between the two women - not because because of their love for Wes but also because they were family women and loved their children so dearly. "We will bring our girls and spend our first night here if the papers are signed off by then. I want... I want you to know them. They are my heart and soul and I imagine they will be a big piece of you too."
 
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