Full chapter title: Couldn't Cut Our Doubt With The Sharpest Knife.

Domhnall was starting to appreciate his lie with Brighid, especially one morning when he caught Brighid outside vomiting, He knew she had missed her courses, surely even goddesses would go through change to prepare their wombs for pregnancy. That same morning, Brighid told him what he was already suspecting.

"I'm with child, Domhnall."

He picked her up and spun her around, being careful to not make her sick even more. He laid her down on the bed and made slow, sweet love to her. He must have placed over one thousand kisses on her stomach. Her belly had not yet started to show, but he mapped out her stomach as if it had. When at last she fell asleep, Domhnall was still awake, stroking her long hair while his other hand lay protectively over her belly.

"Are you throwing up every morning?"

"No, it seems as though it's an every other day occurrence. Are you hoping for a boy or a girl, my love?"

"I am hoping for a child. No one knows me in this world, so the need to carry on the legacy of my house no longer matters."

"Daughters aren't important in your world?"

"Not until the reign of her majesty Queen Elizabeth the first came around. She reigned without a king. If we have daughters, I will teach them that they are great, that God made women to be great, not just to bare children. It was to Eve that God promised Christ would come, and he did. Any daughters we have will be great women, and any sons we have will be good men, I will see to it."

"And what will I do?"

"I don't want to teach our children alone."

"Have you ever delivered a baby before, Domhnall?"

"I've delivered a foal once. Why?"

"No human woman will want to deliver any child I bare. You will have to do it when the time comes."

"Brighid, anything can go wrong if I do."

"My love, anything could go wrong anyways. And what better way for the father to start forming a bond with his child than to deliver them out of my belly? I don't trust anyone else to do it, Domhnall."

"At least I still have time to learn how."

"Of course you do."

"Though, Adam did deliver Cain with no help, no instructions, and Cain came out of Eve's womb a healthy babe, aside from the fact that he later murdered his brother."

"Oh, we can't let our children escalate to that. I may be murderous at times, but I don't want my children to be that way."

That night, Domhnall had a dream of a war, that would take place between their eldest daughter and her mother. In the dream, Domhnall saw himself lying on the ground, with blood coming out of his mouth and a dagger in his stomach. The hands of the dagger were that of his wife. Their eldest daughter then drove a sword through her mother's heart, and the world around them turned black. He jolted awake, and the sudden movement woke up Brighid.

"Go back to sleep, Brighid, you need your rest."

"My love, what happened? What did you dream?"

"Nothing I want to recant. Nothing I want to relive. Just things from my world escalating to darkness."

Brighid was not sure if he meant things from the world he came from, or things from the world he was in now. She just pulled him to her, and he laid his head on her chest, and let his hands roam over her stomach. He said a prayer in his mind that the events in his dream would not happen. If he had told anyone in the other world the events of this dream, he could have been burned at the stake. But in the world he was in now, it seemed anything was possible, including the darkness coming to life. The darkness did come to life, for he was married to the darkness.

The months flew by smoothly for Brighid. No pregnancy mishaps, for Domhnall was always careful with her; too careful you could say. He kept watch over her every step, every breath she took. Brighid knew that first-time fathers were always protective and careful, but even she thought Domhnall was going over the top.

"Domhnall, my love, I don't think we'll have to worry for my sentence to be passed in childbirth. It wouldn't make sense for them to do so."

"I still worry for you regardless. I know you are a goddess, but I assume childbirth can still be hell for a goddess."

"It can be. I don't see why it wouldn't. But please, ease up on your worries. It makes me feel stressed."

"I am sorry, my love."

"I was shown that we would last least have one child. I was also told that particular child would found a dynasty."

"Then it would surely be a boy, yes?"

"No, for I was told the dynasty would come from the child's womb, when she is older."

"Our daughter will be a queen? In Ireland, I am just a simple noble lord, not even a well-known one, and my daughter will be a queen?"

"Apparently so."

"But the queen of what?"

"Queen of this land, of course."

"Darling, I was told that this land doesn't have a name, remember?"

"Then we must give it a name."

"How?"

"What is something in this land that stands out the most?"

"When I first arrived here, I noticed several of the same type of tree, more so than you find where I come from. I recognize the tree from when I went on a voyage to Spain and Portugal, and from there to Morocco."

"What kind of tree is it?"

"The Terebinth tree. It is also mentioned in the holy scriptures to be in the valley where David fought Goliath."

"Terebinthia is it then. A name to be remembered and feared."

Brighid's time came, and Domhnall proved to b a very helpful midwife, even with him being scared out of his wits.

"Push, my love. Keep pushing. Our little one is almost here."

Brighid let out a scream that could actually be heard throughout the land, but no one thought nothing of it. But at last, the future queen had arrived.

"She's blonde like you, Domhnall."

"But she has your eyes."

"What do you want to name her?"

"I thought of naming our firstborn for my father. His name was Michael. But since she is a girl, the femine form of Michael in Irish Gaelic will fit better, since she is royalty."

"So her name will be?"

"Micheáilín. Queen Micheáilín."

"Queen Micheáilín. She will want for nothing, and so will her descendants, I declare it."