"I met your father," Sam said, sitting up in bed and nursing their daughter (a daughter! He had a daughter!). "In the past that is. I went to our house first before I knew what was going on."
Saul paused. He did not like his father, never got along with the man, and the feeling was mutual. But yet some small traitorous part of him was glad the old man, now ten years dead and in the ground, got to meet his daughter in law and future grandchild. Though now that he was remembering his father…..
"He called me a stupid whore that he wouldn't fu-" Sam looked down at the infant nursing at her breast and went on. "-bed in a million years so I clearly had the wrong house."
Saul got into bed next to his ladies (ladies! He had ladies!). "I must admit, I wish he was still alive now," he said. Sam looked at him.
"Oh?"
"The look on his face when the person he denigrated so ended up being the one to make me a duke after all these years would have been priceless."
Sam grinned and pecked him on the cheek.