Tatiana al'Pillan
Names


Tatiana looked down and blushed. She still wasn’t comfortable hearing praise from her husband, even though they had been married for over a year now.

“Thank you, dear,” she said, peeking up at him through her thick back lashes. “And I love you, too.” Tanya shifted her eyes back to her son, his face nuzzled against her breast and his tiny black lashes forming a crescent against his cheek.

She brushed her fingers through his down-soft thatch of jet-black hair and smiled when he made a small gurgling sound of contentment.

“Names, love,” Quince reminded her as she shifted the infant and pulled her bodice back up.

“Mm…I’m not sure what we should name them.”

“We talked a bit about naming our son after my father if we had a boy. I know he would delighted to have his grandson named after him.”

“James?” Tanya questioned. “James al’Pillan…” She smiled. “Jamie.”

Quince muttered something under his breath about that being a girl’s name, but wisely just smiled at his wife.

“James it is then, for this little bundle.” She looked down at her son and then back up at her husband. I think Ariel was wrong. Jamie’s going to look a lot like his father when he gets older. He’ll be a very handsome boy.

“Now for our little girl.”

“Who’s going to have every boy from all around, especially the ones at the Towers, chasing after her. All captivated by her beauty,” Tanya added, grinning.

“I’ll take a whip to them if they even look at my little girl,” Quince said fiercely, holding his tiny daughter closer.

Tanya giggled and patted his leg. Quince was going to be a very protective father. Especially when it came to his daughter.

“A name,” her husband reminded her.

“Oh yes…I was hoping we could name her after my mother.”

“Your mother? Belle?”

Tatiana nodded. “Yes. She died when Ariel and I were just babies.”

Quince considered for a moment, then smiled. “Belle al’Pillan it is, then. Now, where is that Soldier?”

Tanya grinned and bit back a yawn. “I’m sure he’s coming, my heart. Who wouldn’t run as fast as they could if they were called for by the M’Hael? Or perhaps his legs are trembling so badly that he can barely stand.”