It was an unusually warm day on the hill overlooking the Eastern Strand, which was only fitting. It was a special day.
A wind off the bay fluttered the edges of the picnic umbrella, and Ringo rubbed Beli’s back with one hand, stroking his beard with the other.
“So, it’s just you and me …”
Beli looked over her shoulder at Dun Garok.
“The wee one is fine. Your parents came all the way from Lakeshire to take care of him.”
“I guess …”
“Now, as I was saying, it’s just you and me, a picnic blanket, a beautiful day and lots of privacy …”
“What if someone comes this way?”
“Frostmaw is on watch up there. No naga, no Forsaken can get within 100 yards without us knowing,” Ringo said, smoothing down the picnic blanket. “You know I love the wee lad, but since he’s been born, we haven’t really been able to, well, you know …”
Beli opened her mouth to protest, and Ringo put a finger to her lips, stopping her.
“Oh, aye, we’ve gotten a quick one or two in, here or there, along the way, but I don’t want a quick one today.” Ringo wiggled his eyebrows. “And I bet you feel the same way.”
Beli smiled slowly, loosening her hair from her braids.
“It has been a long time …”
“You, me, a blanket …”
He lowered himself beside her, smiling broadly as Beli lied back with a smile and began to softly snore.
“It’s been such a long time since we had a good long nap,” Ringo murmured, falling asleep beside her.