“Aye,” he said and lifted his hands to cup each side of my face, staring into my eyes. “I’ll protect them fiercely and love them with everything that I am as a male of worth.”
“I know,” I whispered and kissed him, feeling him slide his hand off my face to place it on my large belly, one that was far larger than it should be at four months along. And now it made sense why.
“I’ll take as many wee ones as you and the gods will give me, Luna, sweetheart.”
I felt my heart skip a beat, my breath stall, and more prickling in my eyes at his words. “We really are blessed.”
“Aye, my love. We sure are.” He sat on the sofa beside me and wrapped me in his arms, and together we sat there, our hands resting on my belly as we silently thanked whoever was listening that we were lucky enough to finally be all we were meant to be.
A family.