Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

Harlyn grinned at his response.  Her mind had already begun to wander to what they might look like once they grew a little.  She had no doubt that she wanted her boys to be as handsome and charming as their father and her girls to be as kind-hearted and strong as her mother had been.  Maybe they'd get her grandmother's sharp wit and sass, though hopefully not her grandfather's short temper.

"I feel pretty confident that they'll be brown," Harlyn said with a small smirk, "And they'll have eyes.  And ears.  And teeny tiny noses!"  She poked the tip of her nose against Mordecai's as she said it, chuckling softly as she pulled away.