I know I said this was just going to be a oneshot. Well, moniquebowman convinced me otherwise. Here you go! This has references to the Lost Story, but I'm shortening the story I'm using.

Firelight twinkled around the small family, throwing shadows on their faces. Jenny sat in her rocking chair, knitting a blanket for their yet unborn child. Gilan lay on the hearth, hands behind his head, a toddler sitting on his chest.

"Daddy, why you have to leave tomorrow? It not fair!" The toddler was not happy about her father leaving again. After all, it was her birthday.

"Alyss, I'm sorry I have to go, but I'm needed. Maddie's going to become a full Ranger and I need to be there in order to make her one. After all, I do lead the Ranger Corps." Gilan rubbed his neck and sighed. "I think I'm going to get WIll to come home with me. What do you say?"

The tiny girl smiled and nodded agreeably. "Yes. I want Unka Will to come." Her mouth stretched open in a wide yawn and she rubbed at her eyes.

Jenny set her knitting aside and stooped to pick up Alyss. "I think it's time for someone to go to bed."

Alyss squirmed away and pouted, her green eyes welling up with tears. "Bu' I don't wanna go to bed. I wanna story!" She stumbled quickly over to the rocking chair, hiding behind like all toddlers do. "Tell me story, Daddy! Pwease?"

"I guess. As long as you promise to go to bed write after the story. Promise?"

"Promise." She stumbled back to her father and sat down next to him. "Now tell story?"

Gilan sighed and sat up, leaning against the stone fireplace. "What kind of story?"

The baby dimpled and thought for a moment while the fire crackled. "One 'bout you and Mommy!"

Jenny glanced over and met Gilan's eyes. "Maybe you could tell her about how we didn't eat dinner that one night..."

"Of course! Now, this was long before you were born, even before Maddie was born. I had a dinner date with your mother. It wasn't really anything special, it was just a little get-together. Your mother was going to make a leg of lamb and a nice, tart plum pie. It smelled good, even though I never got to taste it.

She had left her resturant early, so that she could get the lamb leg. At the butcher's, she worried the butcher by proving she was fluent in the lingo of butcher's. I can't remember the exact name."

Here, the little girl interupted. "What lingo mean?"

Jenny quietly replied, her knitting set aside and her hands folded across her stomach. "It means way of speaking. Continue, love."

Gilan smiled and cleared his throat. "Anyways, she got the lamb leg. While she was getting the leg, a trio of thieves decided to rob the local jewelry maker. They made off successfully with hundred's of crowns worth of gold, silver, and gems. Their only downfall was coming to Will's cabin to hide. They thought that since WIll was away, they could hide there safely. It just so happened that your mother was coming that night.

She was putting the lamb and pie in the oven when the door was roughly shoved open. Those robbers came in the door and scard her.

They destroyed my pie and she knocked two out with a rolling pin and one out with the leg of lamb. I came in to these bad people lying on the floor unconcious."

Jenny blushed and looked away. "I ruined our dinner though." Alyss let out a bit of a snore and snuffled, clearly ready to go to bed. Gilan scooped her up and kissed his wife on the forehead.

"I'll be back after I put this little one to bed." He walked out of the room, cradling the babe in his arms.

"Love, why did you keep saying 'no'?" Gilan was clearly puzzled and he had never really gotten a satisfactory answer. "I know you said that you weren't ready, but shouldn't you had said yes by the tenth time I'd asked you?"

Jenny sighed and gazed into the fire, by now had which simmered to a bed of coals. "I just wasn't ready. You know I've loved Will, and Horace, too. I thought they would have asked me, but I knew Horace had Cassandra and Will, after a while, had Alyss. I also thought that I was too young for you, too frivilous, too caught up in my work. I loved you from when I first set eyes on you, but I wasn't sure if you returned the feelings."

Her husband rose from his perch on the hearth and lifted to her feet. "Oh, but from the moment I saw you, I loved you. I was just afraid I was too old for you." Gilan lifted her chin and tilted it back, kissing her deeply. "Now, I think it's time we went off to bed."