It all began on one stormy autumn night. A young man sat alone by the forge having it's light illuminate his strong facial features with a soft glow of dancing flames. As he worked endlessly heating and shaping the metal of the latest blade, seemingly out of nowhere appeared a petite young woman by the doorway. She stood there for a while as her eyes observed his silhouette dancing happily on the wall. No words were spoken as she approached him slowly, not wishing to startle him. Small plate of bread and a glass of fresh water were placed by his worktable in a neat, feminine manner. The man's tough exterior softening as the soft, red hue lit her face blooming a small smile on him. He placed down his tools and stood up, scooping her into his warm and loving embrace. Moments of affection came to a halt once she took a slight step back with a sheepish and worried look crossing her face, her soft palm touching at his stubby cheek. "Maria? What is it?", he asked with caring voice and look beaming an evident concern."George... I-...I think I'm pregnant.",she spoke with fear in her tone. Fear that news could be regarded as a curse was dispersed as he scooped her into his arm, holding onto her tightly with a soft,boyish grin that bloomed across his lips. A slight bounce was present in his every step as he carried her back into the house with all of his attention and pride devoted to the one being that was his beloved. The storm was passing, demanding everyone to fear it but the two kindled hearts only knew of a warm embrace and words that spoke of their bright future.