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“Have I no say in the choice of their names?” she asked, surprised he was so adamant about it.

“Nay, it is settled,” Slayer said and looked at his son. “He shall be named Clyde.” He looked at his daughter. “She shall be named Fawn.”

Tears welled in Sky’s eyes. “I love the names you chose, husband.”

He leaned down and kissed her gently and felt a wet nose nudging his arm.

Fane had drifted slowly over to the bed to finally sniff curiously at the bundle in Slayer’s arm.

Slayer patted his daughter, then his son. “Protect always, Fane.” Then he looked at Angel asleep and curled against Sky’s leg, and chuckled. “We may have to get a bigger bed.”

Sky smiled. “We’re family, all of us, and there will always be room for more.”

“Aye, wife, just like there will always be room in my heart for me to love you more and more each day,” Slayer said, and as if it were a promise, he sealed it with a kiss.