Stone Circle here comes a candle

Sanja sat beneath a crooked aspen and panted. Her eyes shut, squeezed, and the feeling of it send a tension through her sinuses. It passed down the back of her neck. Imagining the man all over her, again; but she thought of her full belly and the lack of revulsion she felt, and sighed.

With her sigh came another sound — a distant pleading note, one which tugged at her heart. It was such a strong instinct that everything else fell away. Except the pain in her feet, of course, but Sanja could ignore a little pain if it meant saving a child.

She came to where the babe was resting; it was the same as before, except this time the child was somehow bigger and leaner. It was pathetic — but Sanja stayed, and moved in close to the child as if it were her own.