Hushed Willows Missing my keys and my car is here.

I know, she shot back, a teasing smirk stretching her face, foxlike. She butted her head against his shoulder, tail wagging. No one in the world quite like me. My father used to say that, she explained, eyes growing softer. Darling, there's no one in this world quite like you. Sometimes he meant in in a good way, sometimes not, the blackbird added with a chuckle.

Lily smiled at his vote of confidence in her, nestling close to him once more. I hope so, she sighed. My parents were so wonderful. If I can be half the mother mine was. . .I'll be satisfied. Hell, she would even take a quarter. But setting the bar high might just get her there.

She twisted to look at him, expression inquisitive. If you had children, what would you name them? she asked.