A/N: Response to Trold: I’m intending the rush. It’s supposed to be a quick little five-chapter story to get me writing again after not having done much at all for nearly a year. I’m not planning on any real developments in this one, and I’m not writing for reviews. I’m aware that this story does not do my writing any justice, but I needed a quickie to get back on my feet. I’m not even quite sure why I bothered to post this; probably because the Nab/Link love is in short supply. If you want to read my better stuff, try ‘A Never Known Love’; I hear that was a big hit. Thanks for your review, and I appreciate it. -Kioasakka

Life in Gerudo Village was hard, but ideal for me. I loved physical exertion, got used to and even began to like the heat of the day, and being with my love.

It was two months later when Nabooru told me she was in love with me. We didn’t hesitate to move to the next step. I moved my things into her room.

Nabooru and I didn’t get along often, and we argued frequently. She was headstrong and refused to understand how others’ opinions could differ from her own. She was prejudiced against men, naturally, as was the rest of the tribe. Though everyone else had gotten used to and some even liked having me around, Nabooru insisted on blaming everything that went wrong on me, even if I had nothing to do with it. It was apparent that the only thing I liked at all about her was her stunning appearance. I couldn’t stand the rest of her.

Granted, I couldn’t say she was terrible and I was an angel. I was quiet and didn’t voice my opinion unless asked, a trait that was infuriating to her. I also was stubborn, like her, and our opinions on a matter tended to clash, another reason why I chose not to voice mine. I developed a very short temper after spending six months with her, almost as short as her own. And to top it all off, neither of us were good at apologizing.

But, despite the aggravation and anger, the one thing that kept us together was our love for each other. I loved everything I hated about her. Even if she was ugly, I would still love her. We had a fierce chemistry and tremendous affection for each other. On the off chance we weren’t fighting, we were acting like a puppy-love couple of teens. Only once did she kick me out of her room, and she ended up sneaking out to sleep with me anyway. We loved each other when we woke up and fell asleep, and sometime in between, we would find something to poke at and yell about.

Several months later, Nabooru was pregnant. Somehow, the sight of my child swelling within her, the feel of her expanding belly on my hands, made me return to the cool-headed person I used to be, before I started being with her. The ‘on’ button she put in my mind stayed off even when she said or did something I would have found infuriating. My staying calm helped her to stay calm as well, and for about five months, there was a peace between us.

Our daughter was given the name Avery, a name I wouldn’t have ever picked myself, but chosen by the tribe as a collective group. Apparently, that is how they name their girls. The mother (parents, in this case) doesn’t even usually choose. Avery’s skin was a light, tanned color, a mix between her mother’s golden-brown skin and my naturally pale skin. Her eyes were brown and huge, and her ears were the round of the Gerudo, and not pointed like a Hylian’s. Her hair was reddish blonde.

After Avery’s birth, my life was changed completely. I was suddenly more aware of all the dangers surrounding my baby girl, and held a protective eye on her at all times. Nabooru and the other Gerudo disapproved of this, saying that too much shelter will make for a weak warrior.

“My daughter will not be a warrior,” I announced firmly. “I refuse to let her in harm’s way.”

“She is a Gerudo, like it or not,” Nabooru hissed. “She will learn to hold her own in a fight. And who knows? With a combination of your genes and mine, she may very well be an excellent fighter unlike anything this world has ever seen. Now, why would you keep that from her?”

Still, I refused. But there wasn’t much I could do. If I didn’t like the way these women lived, I was free to leave. I had no say in their culture or customs because I was an outsider and a man. Since I couldn’t change their ways, and I certainly couldn’t leave, I had to give in eventually. Avery began fighting lessons at four, like every other Gerudo.

When Nabooru and I fought, we tried to do it when Avery wasn’t around. And though life was still very difficult and rather frustrating, Nabooru and Avery made it all worth it. Because even though we fought constantly, I still loved, with an unending supply, my desert princess.

The End.