Page 125 of Sanctuary of the Shadow
They reached each other. She clutched his arms, staring into his eyes.
“What is it?” Poor Raith didn’t know what was going on.
She was so excited she could barely speak. “Raith, I was just scrying! Sweet Goddess—”
“What, Harrow?”
“We’re— I’m— We’re having a baby! She’s so beautiful, Raith. She’s the most perfect—”
“A what?”
“A girl! A baby girl!” She had to laugh at the look on his face. “I’m pregnant.”
“P-pregnant…” He was swaying on his feet. Was he going to faint? “A girl…?”
“Yes, a baby girl. You’re going to be a father.”
“A fath—”
He dropped right to the ground as if his legs couldn’t support him any longer. Laughing in sheer happiness and exhilaration, Harrow dropped beside him, and they clutched each other on the sandy desert floor while Fiona stared at them as if they’d both lost their minds.
“You’re pregnant?” he asked when he’d recovered enough to speak again. “How do you know?”
“The Water showed it to me just now.”
“How long?”
“We conceived the first night we reunited,” she said with a grin. “My mate was in a hurry.” Elemental children were incredibly rare, and the offspring of two different Elementals even rarer—so rare, many believed it impossible. For her to get pregnant so quickly… It was a miracle. A blessing from the Goddess.
Harrow had never seen Raith’s eyes so wide. “A girl?”
“Yes. I saw her, Raith. She’s so beautiful.” Her eyes filled with tears.
But he looked suddenly stricken. “Harrow, does she…look like a wraith?”
She knew he was afraid their daughter would face the same cruelty he had, and she shook her head. “But even if she did, she would still be the most beautiful—and only—Seer-wraith in existence, and we’d love her just as much.”
Raith nodded fiercely. “And we’ll kill anyone who even thinks to harm her.”
They were in perfect agreement on that one. “She has your eyes.”
He frowned. “My eyes?”
“And they’re beautiful,” Harrow said firmly, daring him to disagree. “Just like her father’s.”
His face softened again. He lifted a hand to stroke Harrow’s hair from her face. “I already know she’s perfect. She’s our daughter.”
“Exactly. That’s exactly right.”
They stared at each other, hearts overflowing.
“Let’s go home,” Harrow declared.
Raith frowned. “Where’s home?”
They had Fiona and the sturdy caravan. And, more importantly, they had each other.
Harrow smiled up at him. “Wherever we want it to be.”
