Sun Mote Copse if panties were snowmen, you were march.

Elwood wasn't going to push Finley into making either decision, so when she grew momentarily quiet, so did he. He waited patiently for her to speak again, and when she did, he listened carefully. He did indeed remember the troublesome days surrounding the famine; though it had faded from his memory, the images resurfaced in vivid colors at the reminder.

He recalled the fear he had felt when he thought he was going to lose Fin. But he also remembered the joy of the birth of Liffey, Lagan and Lucy. Fin asked him if he would have regretted their existence if she hasn't survived. Without hesitation, he replied, No.

And then he knew, without even speaking it aloud, that they would be trying for one more litter. They had to. It was their last chance, and Finley was likely stronger than she felt. It would be fine...right?

So you want to do this? he asked, feeling a similtaneous twinge of excitement and apprehension.