The Sorcerer's Bride 75 Rather Lucky

Fayre did look to be doing fine. She had some color in her cheeks, and was fully at ease. After a few minutes she turned and looked back at her.

"So, Zylv, how are you and Kaldrek really doing?" Fayre leaned forward, waiting to hear details.

Zylvia coughed, "Uh, well, fine, um, we... are fine, yeah."

The queen had an amused look on her face now, "Just fine?"

"Well Kaldrek is sweet, and caring, and he.... treats me well."

"Come on, Zylv, that is rather vague."

"Please Fayre, I am not really comfortable talking about this..." Zylvia could feel her face warming up and knew she had started to blush.

".....Alright, I think I am getting an idea," Fayre winked at her, "Congrats on catching him."

"....," Zylvia buried her now burning face in her hands. She felt so embarra.s.sed now.

Fayre giggled, "No need to be embarra.s.sed, the two of you are married."

"Fayre...." Zylvia lifted her head to glare at her best friend, "Shut up."

"Alright, alright," Fayre was grinning broadly, "We can stop talking about you and Kaldrek's relations.h.i.+p."

"Thank you."

"So, have you two started picking out names for children yet?"

"....." Zylvia shook her head in exasperation, "I thought we were going to drop this?"

Fayre smiled, "We did, we moved onto a different subject. Children. Now, have you two started picking out names?"

"No, no we have not."

"Really? Well, do you have any ideas for names?"

Zylvia was getting the feeling that her best friend was enjoying teasing her. Well it was pretty obvious with the teasing grin on her face, and with how she was not really leaving the topic. Zylvia sighed, "No, not really."

Fayre finally dropped the subject, much to Zylvia's relief. As much as she loved Kaldrek, Zylvia did not really feel comfortable talking about it, at least with anyone but him. It was far different telling him how she felt than discussing it with others, even Fayre.

She wondered though if Kaldrek had thought of any names for any kids they might have. She had been kinda trying in her subconscious but had not come up with any.

"So, Fayre, you must be looking forward to motherhood, huh?" Zylvia smiled as she brought up a subject that she knew they both would enjoy.

"Yes, I am really glad our child is okay," Fayre's smile faltered a little, "Though it is a pity that I am only likely to have the one."

"I know, you always wanted a dozen children."

"...Zylv, I know you wanted to drop the subject but can you try to have a lot of kids that I can help you take care of? I want to take care of a bunch of children."

"We'll see how many kids Kaldrek and I will have, but they will grow up together with your little bundle."

Fayre smiled, "Thank you. I am glad though that Jayesh decided to save the kid we already had. I would feel worse about losing a child that I have already conceived than I do about the prospect of never having another."

"We knew you would feel that way, and I think your husband feels the same."

Fayre sighed, "We are really lucky, you know that, right? We married men who are best friends with each other and get to see each other all the time. Not only that, our men love us, even adore us if I am not wrong. And they both are very considerate."

Zylvia nodded, with a slight blush. It was true, they were rather lucky in the romance department. Both of their men took marriage highly seriously and they were understanding, kind, and thoughtful in their own way.