Lost Creek Hollow a brief history of time

"even if they don't have fathers?" mona blurted, and then faded into an expression of horror, glancing down at the earth. it was a question for herself, however, for the young mayfair had come to loathe her decision, despite how radiant she had felt in the seawolf's arms. though this would be the place where her children were born, they would not have a father. terance would be one such to his, rannoch to his — her brood alone would be without that validation.
it rather hurt her heart to think of, and so mona turned back to her task in a grim silence, lips thinned into a cold line, lest she speak again and shame herself further.