Kenzi watched as soft mist covered the slowly waking world outside of the window. The sun had begun its slow assent in the east, warm colors starting to seep into the deep hues of night, chasing away the dark. Their home overlooked the mountains, a massive apartment that was part of the Glaive's new compound.

Or, to be more precise, Bo's compound.

It had been two years since Ishtar had tried to claw her way from Kenzi's flesh, and since then, much had changed in the Fae world. It was almost unimaginable to Kenzi. She could only guess at how strange it must be for those who had lived with the Peace for so long. Where the Garuda had driven the Light and Dark further apart, the battle with Bo's father had almost destroyed them all, but in the end a true alliance, and even understanding between the sides had formed.

The warnings of the Wolf Sprit echoed in her mind. Something that would rely on the strength of this true peace was coming.

For now at least, the Peace not only held, but thrived. Due in no small part to the burgeoning friendship between the Morrigan and the light fae. Kenzi knew in an abstract way that there had been a different Morrigan before Vex had been elected, but she had never had the chance to see her after they awoke. According to her favorite Mesmer, the elders had grown quite tired of the former Morrigan's self-serving behavior making cowards and oathbreakers of their people, keeping them uninvolved in decisions critical to all the fae. After a vote of no confidence, no one was actually sure what happened to her.

Despite his irritation and the responsibility forced on him, Vex proved a strangely capable leader, and both sides prospered. In an attempt to continue this true peace, both sides decided to elect a single law keeping body that had jurisdiction over both Light and Dark.

Noone was more surprised than Bo, when they unanimously declared her the new Glaive.

The greatest causality as far as Kenzi was concerned, had been the Crackshack. Down in flames while still in its disastrous prime. It settled the small heartache Kenzi had about moving out to live with her husband quite nicely though.

Kenzi smiled as she heard Dyson slip out of bed and pad quietly across the plush carpet to join her by the bay window. Standing behind her, she loved the feeling of his strong arms slip around her bare waist, hands laying flat against her the slightly protruding bump low on her belly.

She leaned back against his strong chest, taking in a long deep breath of his scent. More than she had years ago, she found his sent could calm her instantly, her heart involuntarily slowing when she felt he was near. While nothing compared to his, ever since the Wolf Sprit had marked her as her own, all of her senses had been heightened.

Of course, that could also just be the hormones.

"Insomnia again?" He asked quietly, his voice carrying a touch of worry. She smiled and rested her hands on top of his, nodding. She was thankful that their little one seemed to be ignorant of all the pre-requisites of first-trimester human pregnancies. Instead of bloated and nauseous as Lauren had cautioned her to expect, she felt strong, incredibly so. Territorial, and hungry too. Not just for food either. Bo had actually requested that they try harder to keep it down in the middle of the night. Bo...the succubus.

"Just a little. The sun is coming up soon, and I didn't want to wake you." She traced small circles on his skin of his hand while he did the same on her belly. They had talked about children many times, but always in the future tense, an abstract. When Lauren gave them the news, shock was fairly high on the list of emotions felt. Just beneath surprise, and first of all...joy. Followed shortly after by a great deal of panic on Kenzi's part.

After doing an extensive amount of blood work the Doctor admitted that she was surprised they had not gotten pregnant sooner. With Kenzi's changed metabolism and slightly accelerated healing, she basically burned off her birth-control within hours of taking it.

Luaren's only guess was the stress and chaos of the last two years had prevented it, as fae seemed to have some conscious control over their reproductive cycles, whatever changes the Wolf Sprit had made to Kenzi's physiology-to include vastly slowed aging- must have contributed to the delay.

Sure enough, as things quieted down, as much as they did for people like them...preggo.

Dyson made a small disapproving sound at her concern for waking him as his head bent down placing a line of kisses along her neck.

"Never worry about that love. If you need anything...I'm here."

She nodded gratefully. He knew that her fear of pending motherhood often had left her with nightmares. She secretly was terrified that she would not be a good mom, that she wouldn't be enough. But time and time again, he would walk her back from her fears, reassuring her.

She took a deep slow breath and reached her hand up to knot her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, arching her back slightly to do so. He must have sensed her mood, a small purring sound pulled from her lips in anticipation as one of his hands left her belly and moved upwards. With infinite care, he caressed the underside of an incredibly sensitive breast, soliciting a moan of pure pleasure from his pregnant mate. With a quiet possessive growl he gathered her up in his arms, soft laughter falling from her lips.

As he turned to take her back to bed, the sun finally broke above the ridge of the mountain, flooding the room with deep warm light, a promise of hope.

Capturing her mouth in his, he laid her gently back into the sheets. She could feel in every touch, each caress how much he loved her. And for the first time in her lonely restless life, a life full of ghosts and uncertainty, she knew that as long as they had each other...whatever the future may hold for them, she would be happy.

She would be whole.

The End.