Avalon giggled. "Well, sort of. Somehow, I just
know that this one is a son. I cannot explain it, but I am certain that this one is a little tom."

"What about the other two?"

"I‘m not quite sure. The little one that likes to sleep and our little one that almost seems like it does not sleep at all, I cannot quite tell, at least not yet."

"Can you tell them apart?"

Once again, Avalon giggled. "Yes, that I can do very easily."

"So, can you—" he started to say, when Avalon pressed her fingers to his lips, effectively silencing him.

"Actually, I am starting to get a little tired." she said, softly. "Why don‘t we go to bed, after all?"

Artemis took her hand from his lips and kissed her inner wrist. "As you wish, my princess." he whispered, moving from kissing her arm to warmly kissing her breathlessly.

"Artemis…" she sighed, leaning into him.

"…let‘s go." he whispered, before kissing her deeply, once more.

Effortlessly, he swept his beloved off of her feet and into his arms, where she always wanted to be, where she belonged. He started to walk toward the palace, when a troubling thought entered his mind.

"Avalon," he said, quietly, "promise me one thing…"