Orb's Year 937
It seemed that just as Eryka was getting used to being spoiled by Camelot, everything had to change. He insisted on acknowledging his sons with his ex-lover, the serving hussy! She was a noblewoman now! She shouldn't have to deal with this!
Eryka grimaced. "Toddlers are just so difficult to care for! I don't see why you need to invite them into our home as often as you do!" she protested. "Can't we just send them money and be done with it?"
Eryka winced when Camelot mentioned children. She wanted some, just not any time soon! She was having too much fun living in the lap of luxury! But, she knew that Camelot craved more children, so she smiled and nodded.
"Besides," Camelot added. "The boys are no longer toddlers. They're strong little boys! I know with time, you'll care for them just as much!"
As least the seductress Deanna never came with them, Eryka thought silently. Or his niece, Fatima. Oh, he'd invited Fatima numerous times, but the ungrateful girl never showed her face. She knew Camelot felt horrible about it, but she hoped with time, he would stop trying so hard to please the little urchins...
Eryka shared an awkward glance with Hugh. When she bent down to hug him, he quickly pulled away and glanced towards his father.
"Alright!" the boys called as they hurried to their father.
Hugh nodded, even as Guy shrugged.
Eryka winced. "I'm sorry, Camelot. I just wasn't feeling well," she apologized. Shyly she glanced down. "Perhaps when I have our son, you can teach him the same things."
Camelot reached for her hands and squeezed. "We will have fine children!" he announced happily.
Orb's Year 938
Knightley, Orb's Year 937). I suppose that's what sister-in-law's do, she thought bitterly. She was certain that Camelot had asked his sister's wife to look out for his poor, underprivileged wife.
Daphne cocked her head to the side, "Maybe a confidence boost," she said, slowly considering Eryka's hair.
"Good!" Daphne said, hugging her sister-in-law. "Now you must promise to come to my ladies group this week! Everyone will love you!"
...But it had been necessary to put them behind her ...in a past life. She was a noblewoman now. She consorted with princesses and noblewomen! Her family were merely merchants, struggling to survive. She was better than them now.
Orb's Year 939
Camelot grinned at her, "It will be nice to have a little girl in the house again!"
Eryka's face fell. He dared mention his half-class niece that he'd pretended to father. To her?! His wife! "Well, I had wanted to gift you with your first son!" she said sharply.
Camelot stared at his wife, confused. "Are you feeling well, wife? You know I already have two sons, Guy and..."
Eryka ground her teeth. "Yes," she interrupted, dismissing the half-class brats, "But my son will be your heir," she insisted.
Camelot nodded tersely and walked away so as not to upset his wife. He'd heard that women could be particularly moody after birth.
Eryka was angry with Camelot. She didn't know why he needed to throw his half-class children in her face all the time! It just wasn't done! They should have the decency to stay at the Abbey where they belonged!
So, she decided not to give him another thought until he came and apologized to her!
Eryka was thoroughly enchanted. Keev was so masculine and so strong!
Keev moved to pull her into his arms, but Eryka deftly skipped away. "My Lord! You forget yourself!" she chastised with her heart thundering. She couldn't believe she had done that! Camelot would never forgive her!
But, oh, it was so thrilling to steal that simple little kiss!
If only Keev wasn't looking like he wanted a lot more from her at the moment...
Eryka greeted Camelot warmly when he returned from work. "Here, husband, let me rub your back!" she announced, turning him around.
Camelot glanced at her suspiciously. "What brings this on?" he asked.
"I just missed you today!" she said, shrugging as she pulled him into her arms. "Let me show you how much!" She'd been on pins and needles waiting for Camelot to return. Her brazen kiss with Keev had left her in state of agitation all day!
Hurriedly, she pushed Camelot towards the bed.
Camelot grinned as his wife pulled the clothes from his body. Wow, he thought. He knew that the mood changes after birth could make a woman moody, but this was spectacular!
Elyana's cries woke them up sometime in the early morning.
"Ugh," Eryka complained, "When will she sleep through the night? I'm sorely tired of missing sleep!"
Camelot kissed her cheek. "I'll grab the little one, you go back to sleep."
Eryka nodded as she made a trip to the bathroom.
Camelot hoisted his sweet daughter up from the crib and snuggled her. "Good morning, little princess. We simply must do something about our sleeping arrangement! I agree with your mother! It will be nice to sleep through the night again!"
Eryka fought the morning nausea down after awakening and scowled. Well, so much for sleep! she thought sourly.
Orb's Year 940
After this baby's birth, he would be sure to let more time pass before impregnating Eryka again.
"Just going to put little Elyana up into bed."
Eryka edged away. "Oh, Camelot, not tonight," she said quickly, then noted the look of displeasure that crossed his face. "The baby. Little toddlers are so dirty and sickly. I wouldn't want to catch anything!"
Camelot lifted Elyana into his arms and kissed her cheek, then swept past Eryka. Perhaps he'd misjudged his wife from the very start.
He could only hope it was the pregnancy moodiness. But, he was beginning to believe he was cursed in love...
Eryka stomped her foot. "Stop it, you ungrateful child! Stop it!"
Camelot hurried inside when he heard the screaming from outside. Taking in the situation, he grabbed Eryka and pushed her away from their crying child. "Eryka! Get a hold of yourself!" he said sharply.
"Oh honestly! She's doing that just to make me mad!" Eryka yelled, near tears. The nanny had not come in today and Eryka had been forced to care for the watering pot all day long.