Chara watched her tiny son wobble as he slowly trotted across the floor.

"What will we call him?" Asked Myron as he scooped the tiny infant up in his huge arms and brought him to his mother. She offered her breast to the infant who latched on and began to make suckling noises as his tiny fists balled and unballed against her chest.

She stroked his glossy spotted fur and hummed gently to him as she thought.

"Charon." She finally said without looking up from her newborn. Myron got in the bed as gently as he could so he didn't disturb his feeding infant and put his hand on the baby's back.

"I like that." He said as he smiled down at his tired-looking but beautiful mate.

"He's perfect."

"In every way." He replied as he watched the little centaur hind hybrid's legs kick gently out as he fed contentedly. In all his long life Myron had never known the peace and happiness he knew at that very moment.