Brynjar finished drinking with the clan. Now, it was time for him to spend time with his wife and child. As soon as he walked in, his eyes traveled to the bed. Eira laid there, feeding their son. He closed the door and Eira glanced up at him with a smile on her face.
“Are you okay?” She asked him.
“Yes.” He said as he walked over to them. “How are you feeling?”
Brynjar removed his clothes and got behind Eira. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. Their son cooed and Brynjar placed his head against Eira’s. He glanced down at his son, caressing his cheek with his index finger.
“I can’t believe he’s here.” Eira said.
“I finally got my son.” Brynjar said. “Once you heal, let’s
