"Donnic tells me you have spoken of children."

"You two talk too much," Aveline blushed.

Fenris let out a chuckle from deep within, making Aveline quirk an eyebrow. "What?"

"I'm picturing a red-headed brood, each able to lift a cow."

Aveline laughed with him then, throwing a playful punch at the elf's shoulder as they walked into The Hanged Man. "If you also picture Donnic carrying them to turn and pushing him out of his ass, then I'm all for it."


Aveline recalled the conversation fondly, laying in bed next to her sweet husband who whispered sweet words and laid soft kisses onto her rounded belly.

To be honest, after Wesley - she never thought she'd see the day that her belly would be full of life, with a husband caressing her so softly, and the sight of it brought her to tears.

She'd like to blame the hormones…but this was not that.

Donnic smiled at her fondly, sitting up to run his fingers over her cheeks and wipe away the offensive droplets.

"My Aveline. Look at you. So beautiful. The Maker truly blessed me when he brought you my way."

She turned her lips to the hand that cradled her face and placed soft kisses there, and her smile threatened to crack her face.

"Donnic. I've been thinking…how would you feel about having more?"

"Well my love, we haven't even had the first!" He chuckled.

"I know, but. Wouldn't it be nice to fill this estate with the sounds of children's laughter?"

When they fled Kirkwall, Garrett left his estate to her, and Donnic had to admit it was very quiet with just the two of them.

"My love, I will give you as many children as you desire. You are always so beautiful, but especially when you are carrying life inside of you, life that we made together. Just like this."

"I'm picturing a red-headed brood, each able to lift a cow." Fenris had said.

He'd live to see it, after all.