Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

Harlyn snickered softly as he claimed that his wits were always about him.  She knew that it was true (for the most part), but it was fun to tease him.  Her heart began to pound harder with anticipation as he murmured a few more words for her.  Her reply came blaring to her mind, but she hesitated to say it.  How would he react?  What would he do?  What would happen next?  And most of all.. What did any of that really matter?  

"You're going to be a father, Mordecai," Harlyn informed him finally, turning her gaze softly to his face earnestly to see his reaction with her heart in her throat.  How was that for a prognosis?