“I like both the names, love. Are ye certain ye are weel?”
Arianna smiled at him. This man loved her, accepted Michel and Adelar without hesitation, and had given her two beautiful bairns. She doubted he would ever fully understand just how much he meant to her, how deep and fierce her love for him was. Then again, it never hurt to keep a man guessing just a little, she thought, grinning.
“I am verra weel indeed, husband. ’Tis hard to believe any woman could be better than I at this moment. I have my bairns, my laddies with me, a home, a family, and ye to love.”
Brian held her close and rubbed his cheek against her hair and recalled the advice Sigimor had given him not long ago. “Always.”
She closed her eyes and sighed with complete satisfaction. “Always.”
Sigimor was right again, curse his eyes, Brian thought as he held his wife close and gazed at his children. Always was a very good word indeed.