"Couldn't we light the fire, Pete?"I wondered, wryly, if perhaps she was able to read my mind, as the same idea had passed through it earlier. There a...re few more cheerful things than a living fire, and I keep a stack of suitable logs outside the back door, sheltered by a rough rack."Why not? Good idea, Anji. Do you want me to do it, or would you like to?" Perhaps we could both ... I mean, I could lay it if you'd bring in some logs?"I was more than happy to go along with that and soon we were. I bend my head and nodded, hoping he wasn't teasing me again. I started to get worryied, it seemed to take ages. I just about collapsed as i felt the bottles drop in my arms. On the way back i saw him exchange glances with Mark. Mark then looked at me, "Smart k**... keep the one", and took 3 of the bottles, for him and his friends. I glowed!! Beer never tasted that good! On the other side of the balcony we went dowstairs again. Halfway it had another floorlevel, just an alcove with a bench,. We arrived to find a bedraggled rag-tag collection of Nuns and bewildered Monks sitting on top their possessions like a flock of grounded birds lost in the wilds. They were happy to see Western faces in the sea of dark-skinned heathens and saw our tunics with the red crosses as a sign of civilization in a land filled with danger and despair. We organized them into a more efficient caravan of travelers purchasing some donkeys from a farmer to carry their heavy loads. Now, with only their own. The head began to crown. ‘Heather, I can see the baby’s head. Keep pushing.’ Biting back a scream, she pushed again. The baby slipped into Dr. Winters’ hands and let out a lusty wail. ‘It’s a boy!’ he cried. Outside, Cameron heard the baby’s wail. He slumped against the wall. ‘That’s my baby! I’m a daddy!’ Dr. Winters looked up as Cameron burst in. ‘She’s having twins,’ he said excitedly. Cameron looked at Heather, her gown around her waist, as she held their son cradled against her side,.