Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Tait is Fyn’s son and will grow into a fine man,” Raven reminded.
“But would Arran see it that way?” His brow knitted. “Did you know you wanted me when we first met when you were barely five years?”
Raven turned to face him. “I’ve thought back on that day since reminded of it. I can’t recall what you looked like. I can only recall how excited I was at what you taught me and I remember wishing I could see you again. Time faded that memory, but what didn’t fade was what you taught me.”
“How to climb,” he said with a laugh.
“No. You taught me I could be me. You didn’t tell me I couldn’t climb or give me reasons why I shouldn’t. You helped me to climb, showed me I could. You picked me up when I fell and told me to try again. And I did because I knew you’d be there to help me. I loved you that day for it and I love you now for letting me be me.”
“I’ll always be there to pick you up, Raven. I love you for who you are and I wouldn’t have you any other way.” He kissed her gently.
She took his hand and led him to the bed. “Your words warm my heart, but we have an important matter to discuss—names for our son and daughter.”
Wolf pulled the blanket over her once she was in bed. “You have names in mind?”
“I’ve given it much thought,” she said, turning on her side as he walked around the bed and she pulled the blanket back for him to join her.
“Tell me,” he said, turning on his side to face her once in bed.
“I would like to name our son Noble. It is a good name, an honorable one, and a strong one.”
“I have no objection to that,” Wolf said. “That means I get to name our daughter.”
“I have a name for her as well.”
He smiled. “How did I know that? And what name would that be?”
“A name most fitting for her—Ylva.”
Wolf stared at her a moment. “That’s a woman’s name meaning wolf in my language.”
“She will carry her da’s name with pride and strength,” Raven said, then chuckled. “Wisdom as well, since she was wise enough to push her brother out first, making it easier for her to enter the world.”
Wolf smiled and ran his finger along his wife’s soft cheek. “I would be proud to have her carry my name.”
Raven slipped into the crook of her husband’s arm, resting her head on his chest. “I kept Brother Noble’s brown cleric robe. Our daughter may need it someday.”
“Raven!” he warned and she chuckled.
THE END