A little fluff chapter, happiness for everyone!

The next few weeks at Pirate's Swoop were busy for Alanna and George. Having her own home had brought out the feminine side of the Lioness, which, to put it simply, turned her into a kitten. Alanna had Moonlight shipped over from Corus, because she thought that the fresh air would be good for her. She spent her time with George, picking out fabrics and playing in the sea. The break did good things for Alanna. The circles under her eyes disappeared, and were replaced by smile lines. .
Alanna woke up one day with a start, realizing that George's birthday was tomorrow. Trying to think of gift ideas, she reached a decision and, smiling peacefully, tucked herself under George's arm and fell asleep.
Later that day, the two lovebirds were lounging on the beach. "Alanna, I think we're getting lazy," commented George, well, lazily.
"Well, what do you suppose we do about that?" replied Alanna.
George just looked at her with that mischievous air that we all know and love.

George jabbed in with his knife, and Alanna stepped back, jumping and kicking him in an un-sportsman-ly place.
"Foul!" yelled George. You know, if you ever want children, you just made a grave mistake."
Alanna stepped forward to check that he was okay, and he jumped up, grabbed her arms, and threw her over his hip.
"And that wasn't a foul?" demanded Alanna, picking herself off the floor.
George just grinned, doing his best overconfident and obnoxious(to put it simply, like Jon), but he failed. He just grabbed Alanna by the knees and shoulders and ran off toward the palace.
"Now I know why all the ladies want to marry," she joked, "It's like a free carriage ride whenever you want it!"

The next day Alanna woke George. "Come on!" she yelled, shaking him. He continued to snore. She ended up getting a tub of cold water, dragging it to the edge of the bed. She rolled George right off the end of the bed, into the coldness below. The villagers complained of some kind of wild animal.
But George was finally up, and Alanna told him what her present to him was to be: they were going to sail to an island that she had found a while ago while exploring the grounds and stay there overnight.
Alanna was dressed for the occasion, in a sailor dress and hat, but poor George, having been dragged straight out of bed, was wearing pyjamas and slippers. Halfway through the sail there, at about noon, George asked about lunch.
"Well, that's where you come in, laddybuck," she replied with a sweet smile, throwing him a pole. He groaned but began to fish.
Once on the island, they set up camp and started a campfire. The roasting fish gave off a tantalizing aroma.
"I have to admit," said George, "I had my doubts about this, but I actually enjoyed myself.
"Well, of course. You did have me to keep you company." said Alanna with a fake overconfidence very similar to George's the past day.
George laughed and took Alanna's hand. "May I have this dance, Milady?"
"You may," replied Alanna, standing up.
They danced around their fire, helped by the firelight and the moonlight. Their dance was a slow waltz. George, despite his commoner background, had always had a good feel for rhythm, and Alanna was definitely better at following than leading.
George leaned forward and kissed Alanna, slowly and sweetly. She returned the kiss, deepening it by pulling his head closer. He picked her up and carried her to the tent.

Alanna and George lay together in their bedroll. Alanna spoke.
"I forgot to give you the second part of your present!" she remembered.
"The past hour wasn't enough?" asked George jokingly.
Alanna punched his arm playfully before searching through her pack and pulling out a wrapped package.
"It feels like some kind of chain... don't tell me you're making me wear another flower necklace?"
Alanna no longer looked joking, but completely serious. "Just open it."
George knew that it must be something big for Alanna to act like this. He unwrapped the present, not tearing any of the wrapping, and pulled out something. He looked at Alanna, disbelieving. "Are you sure?" he whispered, praying that she would say yes.
"If you are."
He grinned and kissed her passionately. Pulling away for a second, he told her, "I've been ready for a lifetime, Sweet," before pulling her back into bed with him.
On the ground, on top of a pile of wrapping paper, was Alanna's pregnancy charm, gleaming in the crack of moonlight that came into the tent from the minuscule opening in the flaps.