"O' course," Sean says, nodding and smiling over at her. "We've got the whole wide world ta play in, now." Slipping his good arm around her shoulders, he lets his other rest on the edge of the crib, more content than he can remember being in a very long while.

"Course, we'll have plenty o' time ta figger it out. It's gonna be a right bitch fixin' things with Interpol now, an' I dinnae e'en want ta start worryin' 'bout that until ye an' I're good an' wed."