Now for the reaction
of a lifetime! Whoop whoop!
Marianne thought she might have broken Bog when he just sat
there staring at her with wide unreadable blue eyes. She sat there chewing her
lip and watching him, not daring to take her hands from his.
“Bog?” she said softly.
“Your… pregnant?” he asked, voice barely audible. Marianne
nodded softly, not afraid of what he would do to her but very, very afraid of
his reaction. He just blinked at her and his hands tightened around her own.
“Bog?” she said again. It must have triggered something in
him because he jerked her tiny form against his tall lean body and buried his
nose into her hair. She could feel his back shaking with laughing sobs and
couldn’t tell if it was joy or sadness.
“Are… are you upset?” she asked.
Bog pulled back, a smile on his lips and tears on his
cheeks, “Upset? You daft girl,” he choked around tears, “I have never been
happier.” Then he paused, “Why? Are… are you… upset?” he asked.
“No! No. You were just going on about how you weren’t ready
for kids and I just thought…”
“Oh, Marianne, my love. I said that because I thought you weren’t ready,” Bog said, cupping
her face and wiping a tear from her cheek. She hadn’t even realized she had
“My God. We… we are going to be parents,” he said, drawing
her to him again in a crushing hug. “I’m gonna be a father.”
“I’m gonna be a, mother,” she said. She clung to him and buried
her face into his neck. “I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you,” he said pulling back. “Let’s go home and tell
“Well your, mother may already know,” Marianne said standing
“How?” he demanded never once letting her hand go but giving
it a solid squeeze.
“Mother’s intuition,” she said rolling her eyes. “At least
that’s what she said.”
“She’s insane,” he said. “She is just insane.”
“But you love her.”
“Wait,” he said pulling her to a stop.
“You have known this for a long while,” he said. “Obviously,
as you are at the morning sickness stage and have known that it was morning
sickness for a while. You knew you
were pregnant, and I understand waiting to tell me until you were certain you
knew how, but you knew and you went
with us on this raid.”
Marianne bit her lip again, knowing where this was going. “Yeeeesss,”
she drew out.
“What were you even thinking?” he demanded. “Something
terrible could have happened to you or the wee one.”
Marianne rolled her eyes. “Bog, if I didn’t think I could
handle myself and a baby that isn’t even showing yet, I wouldn’t have come
along. I am not helpless just a little pregnant.”
Bog arched an eyebrow and poked her shoulder. She flinched and
growled at him. “I am not saying you can’t take care of yourself, but I’m not
letting you take that risk with our babe,” he said.
Marianne rubbed her shoulder the scar a painful reminder of
the wound she had received in one of their previous train robberies. He dragged
her back to the others and smirked at her grumbling muttering.
“Mount up!” he shouted to Los Duendes. “We’re headed home!”
The others didn’t say anything when Bog grinned at Marianne like she was the
very sun sitting up on top of her horse. She was his weakness and his strength,
his light and perfection, and they knew if any of them said anything about it
they would be eating brass.
“Oh God,” Marianne muttered as Bog rode up beside her.
“We have to tell Dawn and my father.”
“I will be there for you… at least during the night,” Bog
joked as he led them off. A portion of Los Duendes peeling off and heading to
the hideout to stash the loot until they could get it to Sugar who would
distribute it to the proper people who would get it in motion to bring down the
corrupt New York Railway Company.
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked arching a brow and
looking at him curiously.
“Well, I’m not letting you go out an’ get hurt,” he chuckled
riding off, “Have to look after ye both if you can’t do it yourself, Tough
“HEY!” she yelped.
“What do you mean ‘both of you’, Boss?” Thang asked, never
one to keep his mouth shut with his curiosity. Bog didn’t answer but visibly
puffed up at the thought.
Marianne rolled her eyes, “He’s puffed up like a rooster
because he’s going to be a father.” She surpressed a chuckle at Thang and Stuff’s
Stuff was the first to recover and turned to Bog. “Congratulations,”
she said in her gruff voice.
Thang gave his gap-toothed grin and added in his less than intelligent
way, “Good work, boss.” Bog turned to swing at Thang but missed his opportunity
as Marianne swung a punch and knocked the man from his horse. Bog grinned at
her and shook his head, not stopping to wait for the recovering Thang.
“You are going to make a great mother,” Bog said.
“Don’t mess with my baby or my husband. I’ll kick your ass.”
“That’s why I married you.”
Awww!!! God this is
gonna be great. I promise we’ll be getting to the actual Plain Wars here in a
minute. Cross my hearts. Oh an Valkyrie
should have some western au smut up tonight! Ahh! Enjoy! And R&R!!!