Daniel smiled at Freya, a son would be wonderful. He kissed Freya's forehead. "We shall just have to be patient and see then, my soul." Problem was Daniel wasn't exactly known for his patience. But things like this couldn't be rushed, if they were it spelled bigger trouble.

A child. Soon he would be a father, a child in the nursery and the smile that had slipped from Freya's lips these past years would light up again across her lips. Their love would blossom like the roses in her garden as spring rounded a corner and the ice of winter melted away again with the new year.