Stone Circle I hate the beach but I stand in California with my toes in the sand

Kel flushed, wondering before he could stop himself if what Faun said was true. Would he be a good father? Was that possible for him? He still couldn't shake the nagging feeling of making a mistake — but if the scent of heat had sent his thoughts to pieces, Faun scattered them all to the wind now with the way she was looking at him and the sweet things she said. There was no logic between point A and point B; by now there was only pure emotion and its numerous demands.
He wanted to ask what this really meant for them; best friend, he'd called her, and felt a little foolish for it now that he knew she wanted more. Instead he started to make plans. We'll need to speak with Silvertongue and Ash Paw, Kel murmured into their embrace, holding her softly. Choose a den... names! He pulled back then, gentle but solemn now as he met her eyes. Do you have a family name to pass on?