Fruits of Our Labor

Roan didn’t realize how out of shape he’d gotten until the journey really began. Though there were moments he’d almost asked Iolaire if she’d slow down for her own sake he’d said nothing. However little sleep he’d gotten through the last month he couldn’t argue they were the best hours of his life. They were exhausted every night as they worked tirelessly to achieve their goal. They would have a family one day, after everything they’d seen and done in the last month he was sure of it.

Though he’d enjoyed their time alone, he felt the relief just as much as she did when they crossed the border to the Armada. They were home, they could relax, and the real fun could start.

The corners of his lips pulled back in a dark grin as he caught her eye, Roan leaned in to return her kiss. The fact that she was his still blew him away every day, this beautiful woman. He licked her cheek as she nuzzled him affectionately. ”It is.” He agreed with her as he leaned back onto his haunches beside her. Already he felt more comfortable. Roan shook his head softly before pressing himself closer, his chest to her shoulders and his head over hers in a protective embrace.

”It won't have been.” He promised her in a loving whisper. ”There’s nothing we can’t overcome. I’ve never seen you fail, we’ll have a family in time.” There was no way after everything they couldn’t. Iolaire was clearly putting her heart and soul into every moment spent furthering their goal. ”Until then…” His voice shifted to a more suggestive tone as he nuzzled the soft fur behind her ear. ”I’ll enjoy just the two of us.”