January 31st, 1492

Mary is pregnant. She just told me today. She is about three months along. Pregnant. A Hunter having a baby. In this world? I smiled and congratulated her. She is due in May. I don’t know if I will be around then. I don’t know what will happen. But I am happy that she is happy. Maybe this will get her to stop hunting. Maybe she will bury me. Maybe I won’t have to feel the pain of losing her. Pregnant. A pregnant Mary telling me I should marry and have a baby. I laugh. My soul is too dark for that.