he's a keeper...

[flowers_on_skin]

So she didn't leave him. She'd ask Mike to bring her the girls and he'd brought them, in their basket. Mack had started to fuss and Eostre had bent down to lift her into her arms. She didn't sit down. She walked in her bare feet, rocking Mack slightly and humming to herself, and, occasionally, she turned and glanced at the figure in the bed.

She'd seen him. She'd seen him hanging on the tree, back there on the farm. On the world tree.

Oh, gods.
Oh, gods.