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Indian Summer ( wolvenrogue and Sweet Angel Jocelyn)

Cheyenne's eyes widened when Grey said hello to his mother. What was his mother doing calling? She wasn't expecting that. When he handed the phone to her, she took it and smiled slightly. "Hello Aunt Timmie." She said softly, to Timid Doe. "How are you?"
 
"You've made me so happy! she said "and your mother too. I hope you won't mind if we help you. Don't worry about the men, we won't let them raise any stink. The council has spoken, and whats more important , their wives have. You will learn soon enough that although the men are supposed to be in control, when push comes to shove they do what we want them to, sooner if not later. Anyway, I couldn't be happier, and I know you will be too in the end."
 
Cheyenne laughed softly and nodded, though she couldn't see. She grinned brightly, though. "Well thank you. There is no way that we would turn down help." She told her. "I am glad that you are happy. We were a bit worried." She admitted, talking more for herself.
 
Grey seemed pleased as she hung up the phone, knowing it had gone well. "What did she say?" he asked Cheyenne.
 
He leaned in to kiss her. "Mad at me for what?" he asked. "getting you pregnant? or wrestling your Dad?"
 
" I was respectful of him till he boiled over at me." Grey said " I couldn't let him take you away. I had to challenge him. I had no choice. But I'm sorry I hurt you honey, and I'll go and apologise to him if you think it will help. Please forgive me" he said. "I never meant to hurt you".
 
He lifted her chin and kissed her deeply as he slowly unbuttone the white dress she was wearing. She was his and he was hers, and they wanted each other more than ever. There clothes fell in heeps on the floor of the living room as their bodies entwined with each other.
 
Cheyenne moaned as he kissed her and began to undress her. There was no way that they were going to be apart after that. When she was in Grey's arms, everything melted away. She didn't know if it was something that would come to bite them that they were each other's first real lovers, though they'd been with other people before. They were in love then, and starting a family, that was all that mattered, then.
 
Grey lifted her into his arms, and carried her out to the tub, and sunk into the warm water. He kissed her gently, making it clear that he was hers and that she was his. They lay together enjoying each others touch, and talked of simple things they hoped for, among them a house like they were living in now, one where they could live and raise their child. "Lets pick out some names" Grey suggested.
 
Indian traditional? he asked? Would that be alright? he asked.
((Delaware Traditions

The young bride would wear a knee-length skirt of deerskin and a band of wampum beads around her forehead. Except for fine beads or shell necklaces, the body would be bare from the waist up as was the standard form of dress. If it were a winter wedding, she would wear deerskin leggings and moccasins and a robe of turkey feathers. Her face would be painted with white, red and yellow clay.))
 
Cheyenne frowned, but nodded. "I'm really bad with Traditional names." She warned him. "My father named my mother. You've got to remember, I'm half Brazilian. So I think half in Portuguese names." She laughed at herself. "Swift Antelope?" She suggested.
 
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