It was several passionate hours later before we finally untwined ourselves from each other’s arms and lay back exhausted amongst the flowers. Laughing lightly, De’Nara snuggled her naked body up tight against mine and I wrapped my arms around her gently.

Smiling lightly, she told me, “you know, Mik, I’m no longer protected from getting with child.” My heart skipped a beat! Shouldn’t you tell someone a thing like that before making love to them?!

“In fact,” she continued, “I was going to ask if you’d help father one for me. If this time doesn’t take root, would you try again with me?”

“Me? A father?” My mind was in a daze. “You’re married, though!”

De’Nara laughed lightly and then nibbled on my ear. “And that’s the problem,” she told me. “I need to produce a child to bind my house and the house of Kent together. It’s all politics, but it’s something that needs to be done. I just don’t intend to have a child with one of those idiots. Ever!”

“And thus, I was hoping you’d help.” It was a lot to take in, but with her nibbling, and her being pressed as warmly against me as she was, I was almost on the verge of getting ready to help her again. “I’ll raise it. Tend to it. It won’t be a burden to you, and we’ll keep it our secret. Can you give me a child?”

“Well, I’ll certainly enjoy trying.” Rolling her over, I climbed back on top and did my best a second time to try and make her desire reality. She was just as loving and passionate as I was, and I tried repeatedly to help fulfill her wish until I simply couldn’t try and longer.

Exhausted, I lay back on the ground again and stared up at the sky. The second moon had already risen and was visible through the trees. We’d been caught in the midst of passion and baby making for the whole afternoon.

I couldn’t help but think that today was a good day as we drifted off to sleep together in each other’s arms.