Sun Mote Copse i got a table for two way in the back

Beside the warm body of his wife, in the comfort of their new cottage, Njord slept deeper than he had in many days. He dreamed of hunting bison across the vast and endless plains, running faster than he ever had before. In the waking world, he hummed small growls and yips as his feet moved ever so slightly in a running pattern.

The quiet sounds of Meerkat’s steps roused him when she frisked about the Taigh. His heavy head lifted, sapphire gaze admiring the ticked, carob fur along her back. Then, he swiftly found his feet and slid into place as the big spoon, sitting behind her with his face pressed alongside Meerkat’s.

Njord breathed deeply. He knew. She knew.

Their love was old. Wisened. Tested. And through it all, it had only grown stronger. Soon, more children would be brought into this world because of it. They would be born here and grow up among the safe and bountiful copse.

He held her, wordlessly, in his arms and kissed her cheek, gently rocking back and forth.

Njord held her like this for a long while. Maybe it was a silent promise. A moment of reprieve and reflection, like prayer before mass. He wished to worship her in every way a man, lover, and husband could.

But eventually, his heartbeat quickened, and Njord could not help a shuddering, wanting breath as he nibbled the fringe of her neck.