Mary woke Karas up and put Karas to her breast to feed before she went to bed. She felt Karas latched on and began sucking her engorged nipple. The joy of once again feeding a baby was tempered by the fact that she knew the baby didn’t truly belong to her. How easy it might be to run off with Karas. Her maternal instincts pressed her on to this day. She longed for a house full of children when she was young. The gods only blessed her once maybe now her chance would be renewed. This might be a gift from them. Looking down she smiling at an adorable baby she could call her own and no one would question her. She had quite a bit of money saved up from her potions and remedies that she made. With Karas she could start a new life.
Her son was grown and didn’t need her meddling in his life. He could have the cottage. Mary knew her son loved her but if she didn’t push him he might never look for a wife to share his life with. She made his life too comfortable cleaning and cooking for him. He was simple man like his father with few needs. A local farm would do well for a wife for him. Mary leaving might be the push he needed.
As Karas finished eating Mary gently nestled him into the make shift bed. Mary went to bed dreaming of a new life with the beautiful baby. Maybe a new husband to keep her bed warm and help her to make some more siblings for Karas. The idea pleased her for it had been many years since her husband passed.
