Page 26 of A Merry MacNaughton
“Ye dinna care if ye have sons to inherit?” She leaned up on an elbow, digging it into his armpit. “I do find it hard to believe.”
“Mo chridhe, our daughters will give us males that will carry the MacNaughton Clan into another generation. If we dinna have a son, I plan on living long enough to pass the title on to a grandson.” He kissed her nose. “So worry about something more important like keeping yer husband fed and satisfied.”
“But how can ye no’ crave sons? It’s a man’s legacy, his driving desire to continue his name through his male offspring.” Peigi’s eyes were bright, and he knew this was one of the few regrets she had in their marriage thus far.
“Do ye remember what I told ye when I asked ye to be my wife?”
Peigi nodded and gave him a watery smile.
“I’ll no’ have a woman telling me what I feel or dinna feel, what I want or dinna want.”
She finished for him. “And I’d be wise to remember that in the future.”
“And it shall be a long and happy future. A wee faerie told me so.”
THE END
