Zach mentally ticked back the months, lips pursed in concentration. The math added up. Not that he expected her to lie to him about something so--

A daughter.

"Ilona," he repeated, a smile this time gracing his face as he recognized the origin. "Such a beautiful name." And did the babe share her mother's piercing eyes? Her smile?

Before he could stop himself, a query came in a rush of words, "Can I meet her?" To confirm this was the truth. To determine if she was truly theirs. To--

Merlin, what were they going to do? A bastard. What sort of life would she have? Could her parents ever repair what lay shattered? Zach's head swam with the revelation, worries starting to accumulate like a blizzard. What were they going to do?

But--A daughter.

Ilona.

Theirs.

"Where have you been living? Are you and the babe safe?"