What a silly question. “One hundred percent. There’s nothing for me here if you’re not here.”
“It’ll be hard work. We have many more mouths to feed with the expansion of the tribe. We will hunt non-stop until it gets too cold to leave the caves.”
“Then we’ll hunt non-stop,” I tell him. “I like hunting.”
His hand moves to my belly and traces over it. I’m still flat – and probably will be for quite some time if this three year pregnancy thing is legit. “It will be easier for you to stay here.”
I shake my head. “Do you not understand, Raahosh? You’re my life. You’re my reason for living. When those aliens took us away from everything, I felt…lost. I’m not lost when I’m with you. I’m happy.” I touch his cheek. “I’m complete.”
“My mate,” he murmurs. “My Liz. My everything.”
“All yours,” I tell him. And it’s the truth. As long as I’m with Raahosh, the world can snow all it wants, the tribe can pile all the work they want on us, and we can sleep in the hunter caves.
As long as I’m with him, I’m happy.