Could be set nine months after the previous chapter, but doesn't have to be…use your imagination lol
George carefully cradled his newborn son in his arms, and smiled up at his wife. "He's beautiful, lass."
Alanna gave a tired smile in reply, and sank back into the pillows.
George stroked her arm gently with her hand and gave a soft laugh. "We probably shouldn't tell him how we conceived him, my darlin'."
Alanna raised an eyebrow at her husband. "He's going to find out sooner or later, especially with me being a healer and all."
"No lass, I mean, some parents tell their children exactly when and where they conceived them."
"Oh." A blush crept over Alanna's cheeks. "Well we don't know exactly when it was…"
"Lass, you know as well as I exactly when it was."
"It could've been just about any night over that fortnight."
"Or day," prompted George, causing Alanna to blush further.
"We don't know for sure though," she stubbornly persisted.
"Lass, I just…know when it was, and as much as you deny it, I know you do too."
Alanna's face was completely scarlet by now at the memory. "In that case, I think I'll have to agree that we probably shouldn't tell him."