The man smiled back warmly at Idun, returning the kiss, “As long as you are safe and healthy, we can have as many children as you want.”
His wife’s health came first.
Oh, but now as he looked at this young one in his arms, he thought that being a father to many children would be grand. Truly, would be.
But perhaps he should take the moment to enjoy the one he has now. However worried he was for her, he could not deny the peaceful look on his sleepy princess, and the sense of contentment it brought to his spirit.
"I am so blessed already, to have her, to have you," he murmured, breathing in soundly as he pulled her close to him, "I haven’t thanked you enough."
"Darling, you worry too much,” Idun said, rolling her eyes fondly. “I’m fine, I swear. All’s well now this little bundle of trouble is here.”
She couldn’t say if Elsa’s birth had been unusual - being her first she had no way to know. But none of the midwives or doctors had said anything, and so she had assumed that was the normal experience. No one had told her off for cursing her husband to high hell either, so she assumed that was acceptable, considering the circumstances. As had warnings to never touch her again, soon forgotten when her daughter had been placed in her arms, screaming her head off.
They had certainly been assured she had vocal chords.
At his thanks, she batted at his chest. “Oh, pah,” she said, before raising an eyebrow, grinning playfully. “You know what they say: it takes two.”