He was bone-tired, but his fatigue was bathed in a wash of contentment that bordered on joy. What a gorgeous description! I treasure a memory of that exact feeling.
And then you had Dief sulking because he can't guard the infant, and Fraser with his heart over-flowing because Ray declared himself Northern.
Can I give you a hug? I really want to, right now. I'm getting all teary.
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What a gorgeous description! I treasure a memory of that exact feeling.
And then you had Dief sulking because he can't guard the infant, and Fraser with his heart over-flowing because Ray declared himself Northern.
Can I give you a hug? I really want to, right now. I'm getting all teary.
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This is a great compliment for me because those kind of stories are my favourites, too. Thank you!
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Of course he was. But he had a reason.
Ha, of course you think so, Fraser.
This, right now, standing with Ray in the house they'd built together and hearing him declare himself Northern, this was one of those times.
I love that in all of what Ray says, the Northern part is what Fraser picks up on, and that it means so much to him.
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I wanted to keep the story soft and quiet, but Fraser would have no part of it.
I love that in all of what Ray says, the Northern part is what Fraser picks up on, and that it means so much to him.
Fraser is a sentimentalist, for sure.
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