Ocean's Breath Plateau Out of the blue clear sky

The corners of 'Mac's mouth tugged further toward his eyes, his smile radiating warmth even as the Sun's own waned. Affection sparkled in his eyes as they returned to his love's own clear-sky blues, admiring their increasing depth as the darkness around them began to deepen. 

He gave a soft, short chuckle of incredulity, briefly turning his attention to his paws. Had it been that long already? Was it so soon? The Mackenzie exhaled deeply, steam pouring from his nostrils and out into the cooling air. He felt a mixture of almost uncontainable excitement laced with profound dread. Things would never be the same, soon. How would it happen? Would his children's birth be easy? Or would trouble arise? Would they be healthy? Safe? And most worrisome: would he be a good father? Sumac closed his eyes slowly, shutting them tightly before reopening them, allowing his brow to unfurl.

"I can't wait," he said truthfully, deciding against airing his concerns. They'd already been brought into the daylight countless times, these old phantoms - they were simply familiar guests who passed on through. The reality was that fate marched forward, and soon he'd be far too occupied to entertain them.

What would they look like?

"Maybe they'll have blue eyes," he mused, his gaze adopting a dreamy air as he focused on the first glittering speckles of starlight, "Any way they are, they'll be just perfect."

Now his eyes sparkling with wonder settled back upon Raindrop. He easily lowered himself into the sand beside her, side pressed against her own as he savored her warmth and the feeling of her closeness.