“You can and are having our child,” Sean said in such a fiercely tender voice that she melted against him. “Petaybee healed that part of you, too, because our children will be even closer to it than most. The planet wants your children-and mine.” He turned her in his arms, and again she saw the anxiety-no, fear-cloud his silver eyes. “Or do you not want mine?”
Yana gulped. “I think …” she began unsteadily; then she cleared her throat so what she could manage to say was audible. “I think that first 1 need a bath. After that, anything you want, I want, too!”
“Then you don’t mind?”
“Being pregnant? No, I thought I’d never get the chance.”
Relief mingled with the anxiety in his face now. “Then you do want the baby? You don’t mind that I sometimes … change into a seal?”
She searched his face, so strong and full of integrity, intelligence, and humor. She thought of their lovemaking and his strength and kindness through everything they had endured together. She shook her head slowly, rather amazed to find that in the face of all of that-in the face of her love-she had damn few fears, and even fewer doubts. She put her arms on his shoulders, looked into his face with a quizzical little smile, and gave a small shrug of nonchalance.
“A seal? A man? Whatever,” she said. “Nobody’s perfect.”