A/N: Hello, for the final time. This is the final piece of this story, and thank you for the lovely people who have reviewed and favorite! You all made me smile! Since part two was all in Sean's point of view, this is all in Puck's. Hope you enjoy, but no flaming, please.

Disclaimer: I do not own Scorpio Races, so please don't sue me.

When I Predict The Races


Sean and I wanted a simple ceremony, but when someone leaked the news that the king and queen of The Scorpio Races were engaged, it became the "Wedding of the Century." Even with Dory Maud coordinating things, it could only be described as controlled chaos. Gabe deigned to return from the mainland and, as much as it pained me to admit it, he did seem to be doing better there than he had been doing here. Sean looked great- uncomfortable, but great- and Finn just looked greatly uncomfortable, but he eased up when he told us about the cake he had, proudly, helped bake. Sean only eased up after I had said "I do" and we'd exchanged rings. It was cute in its own way.

That was a year and six months ago, and I hazily dream of it in a semi-conscious state, a smile trying to tease its way onto my lips. Next to me, Sean shifts and absently lays an arm around my waist, "Are you asleep?"

"Not really," I mumble.

"Worrying is killing you, isn't it?"

"Only a little," I sigh, and then a sound flits by my ear. I gasp and sit up, "Did you hear that?"

Sean nods, a smile already on his face. We jump out of bed and I don't bother to put anything else on over my nightgown- despite the December temperatures. The only thing I stop to do is pull on my work boots, while Sean tugs on a shirt and his own shoes. I'm bouncing from foot to foot waiting for him and he smirks, making a concentrated effort to move as slowly as possible, I'm sure. He grabs my hand and I half-drag him to the barn, we expanded the little four horse barn to accommodate eight more. Most of the stalls are empty now, but we're optimistic.

The empty stalls don't hold my attention, and neither do most of the occupied ones. The only one I have eyes for is Dove's. Sean and I watch in wonder as she brings a little red foal into the world, its color a brilliant marker of who its father is. Sean goes into the stall to check on it and my knees tremble in relief. It was Dove's first foal and I'd been worried about her. Sean looks back at me and grins, "A little mare, healthy as can be."

I could cry as I follow him in. I sit in the hay by Dove and hug her sweaty neck, stroking her mane and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Sean walks by and touches my hair on his way out of the stall. I take a moment to stare after him questioningly, but I can hear him moving about in another stall. I beam as he returns with Corr on a lead, letting him look into the stall. He says something quietly to Corr and the capall uisce seems to nod.

Corr has been doing much better. While it's true he can't run, he can walk around capably and make it to a trot on most days. He stares into the stall intently, as if he knows that the tiny foal in the hay with Dove is his daughter. It's surprisingly human. After a few moments, Sean returns Corr to his stall and joins me. We move into the corner of the stall and let Dove bond with her daughter. Sean pulls me close against him and I realize how cold I am. I curl against him and he rubs warmth back into my arms.

"You're freezing," he says with a frown. "You should have put on-"

But I've lost interest in whether or not I should have put on another layer, "What are we going to name her?"

He just shakes his head at me, "You choose a name."

I roll around names in my head, then smile, "Cove."

He nods, "I like it."

We watch mother and daughter bond for a while in silence, curled up in each other's warmth, until Sean breaks the companionable quiet, "She's going to terrorize The Races, you realize?"

"Of course she is," my heart speeds up. "And… So is her rider."

Sean nods absently, "It's a little early to be thinking about that. It'll be years before we need to choose, and, who knows? Maybe she'll have a cautious rider."

I just shake my head, "I-I doubt it, not with Scorpio Races royalty commanding her."

He gives me strange look, "I thought you didn't want to Race again, Puck."

"Not me…"

"She may be Corr's daughter, but it still wouldn't feel right to-"

I lose my patience with him. I take his hand and put it on my stomach, "A prince or a princess."

You can actually see him understand what I was hinting at, "Puck…? You're…"

"Going to have a baby," I finished, saying it slowly since he seems to be in shock. "You're going to be a father, Sean."

"A father…" He repeats, staring at me, then a smile unfurls across his face. "A father…!"

He wraps his arms around me and kisses my hair, "When?"

I shrug, "Six, maybe seven months."

"That's much too long," Sean complains in a murmur. "I can't possibly wait that long."

"That's what I thought when you told me Dove was going to have a foal, I managed."

He raises a brow at me, "You do realize this is different."

"Is it?"

He just chuckles quietly and shakes his head, "Same old Puck… A baby, I can't believe it. She o-or he is just going to be a terror."

I snicker quietly, "I know, and we're going to have to raise the little horror."

"Can we do that?"

"Can't be much more difficult than raising horses," I reason.

He outright laughs at that and presses a deep kiss against my mouth, caressing my back. When he pulls away he smiles at me in a goofy, un-Sean-like way, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I reply, burying my face in his chest and letting out a yawn.

"Sleepy?" He smiles knowingly as I nod. Then, in an act that honestly surprises me, he picks me up and starts to carry me back to the house.

"I can walk, you know," I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You're not going to be one of those husbands that gets over protective just because their wife is pregnant, are you?"

"Me? Of course not," he scoffs, but the light flush painting over his cheeks tells me without a doubt that he's lying. I just roll my eyes and let him carry me back to bed, thinking that maybe the next few months won't be so bad.

A/N: Well, that's the end folks. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and, if you happened to like it, leave a review. Anyway, have a lovely day!