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“It is a mystery, I agree.”
Daisy laughed, unexpected mirth rolling out of her, and she playfully hit his arm. “We’ll figure this out,” she said, and knew it to be true. Their little family was growing. Not in the way she expected, but good, nonetheless.
“Tell me everything you know about Mikah,” Daisy said. “Is he really six? Because he seems big for six and we’ll have to set up the guest room for him. Where will Estella sleep when she stays over? We need more room.”
Mylomon gave a content sigh. “As you say.”
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“So your cabin…” His mate’s voice trailed off, obviously wanting him to fill in the details.
“My former cabin was suitable for a single male. When you arrived, I was reassigned to a family quarters,” he explained. Their arrival onJudgmenthad been a series of meetings: with the warlord, with medical, with the requisition to outfit his mate properly, and with security to give his mate the proper clearance and to quiz her on how she ended up on the wrong shuttle. Finally—finally—they stood outside the door to their new quarters.
“You have no idea what’s on the other side of this door?” she asked, eyeing the door.
“I imagine it is much like the quarters my brother Seeran and his mate enjoy. Three sleeping rooms, a serviceable food prep area, two cleansing rooms, and a common area.”
“Serviceable food prep area. Now I’m super curious about the kitchen. Oh, go on. This feels like Christmas morning.”
He pressed his palm to the scanner next to the door, and it slid open. “Wait,” he said, as Wyn took a step forward.
Without warning, he lifted her, cradling her against his chest. She gave a cry of surprise, but laughed. “This is Terran tradition, yes?”
“Yeah, carrying a bride over the threshold. We can also jump over a broom, but that’s more after the wedding ceremony.”
“All of your suggestions have been good. We will locate a broom and jump,” he decided.
“Well, I like your attitude, Mr. Rhew. Onward!” She pointed to the door.
Inside awaited a standard family quarters. Furnishings were sparse, but the major pieces were present. Blue boxes he did not recognize were lined against a wall. His few belongings had been moved and arranged to give the rooms a lived-in feel.
“Swords on the walls. I’m not even surprised,” Wyn said, wiggling out of his arms.
“They are antiques.” He took great pride in his collection.
“Oh, they are beautiful objects. No question. I hope you don’t mind if we also hang art on the wall that’s not capable of poking our eyes out?”
He snorted. “I do not see the point.”
She huffed with a small laugh, then explored deeper into the quarters. “Gray. Always gray. What do you guys have against color?”
“I believe I have demonstrated my willingness to let you paint whatever and whoever you chose.”
“Yeah,” she said with a wistful smile. His cock stirred at her expression and whatever memory caused such a sight.
She disappeared through a door. “The bedroom is huge!”
Then vanished into another room. “And this one too!”
And yet again. “Three? This is bigger than my last apartment. What do they think we’re going to do with all this space?”
“Fill it with sons,” he said, honestly.
Her cheeks darkened. “Yeah,” she said. Once again, he wondered at the memory that gave her such an expression.
“Who did this? The bed is made, and our clothes are already in the wardrobe. Even my shampoo is in the cleansing room. Also, hello oatmeal soap. I missed you. Shea butter, youbutternot disappear again. Okay, that wasn’t funny,” she added.
“I found it amusing.”
