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am thinking about making some jam, can anyone help?”
“Me, mama, me!” Erik raised his hand, squirming in his father’s grip as he waved the appendage in his volunteering. It caused him to be set down, immediately running back into their home, awaiting to start.
The couple shared a laugh, before Rhulle turned her towards him, catching her chin to bring her in for a kiss, the other palm meeting hers on her growing abdomen. “Have you thought of any names for this one yet?”
“I was thinking of Hans if they were a boy, but if they are a girl, I wanted to name her Aubree.”
Rhulle named young Erik after the pivotal character that helped change his outlook over Avie, ecstatic in the news that they conceived a child together. Even through the uncertainty and concerns, she too was excited to welcome the little one into the world. After all, if they had been able to create life together, there was no doubt that their child would be born perfectly well.
Sandra, true to her word, came to visit every month to check on the pair, giving all support she could, especially with a child on the way. She brought all the books, passing down all knowledge and gifts that she could carry with her, even staying after the three months term to help with care.
Then in just a few short years it happened again.
“My dear Avie, that sounds perfect.”
She looked back up into his eyes, and then over the house they built and resided in; little Erik, who so closely looked like his father, jumping in the window with jade eyes delighted.
It was perfect.
All of it was.