Daniel stopped. The wind sighed around them, the roar of the modified wind machine breaking the silence.
Then a wave of pure happiness hit him, a new kind of happiness, one Daniel had never known before. “Are we?”
“Yes.” Violet touched his hand. “Thank you.”
A child. A wee one. First it would be an adorable baby, then a child like Stuart and Gavina, then a lad or lass to grow into a tall young man or woman, the pride of the family.
Daniel threw his head back, looked at the heavens, and let out a whoop that should be heard all the way to the Orkneys. He caught Violet around the waist and pulled her close.
“Anytime, love.” He laughed. “Anytime.”
Violet laughed with him. Daniel slid his arms around her as Violet gazed at the land flowing below them and stretched out her arms to embrace the world.
And she soared.