Sun Mote Copse The end of Troy.

This was about the reaction he'd expected. He hadn't forgotten the time Towhee had wanted them to do a kissy-kissy time (although she'd lacked the ability to read the room at the time). Phox rolled his eyes at the mention of a prize. He opened his mouth to say that Nellie had been at the Frosthawks, but instead let out an "OOF!" when she punched his shoulder. The next thing she said, though, made all the difference.

-Thanks, Towhee. That means a lot. I mean it.- He was pretty sure they were already excellent parents, even if Niamh beat herself up about Bronco and Nellie. As far as he could tell, both of her kids turned out just fine. It went without saying that Phox's own kids were the best in the universe.

-If we become parents, you know you're gonna be part of that, too. If Niamh isn't down with that, which doesn't seem likely, she's not the one for me.- He wanted to make that crystal clear. The kids came first, then Towhee, then anybody else.