Temper could hear her screaming. He could hear her shouting his name, over and over, begging him to come help her. He couldn’t find her. She wasn’t registering on anything. None of his senses were working correctly.
He took a step forward, and another, more quickly following the first. He went at a full-run, looking and scanning, trying to find some sort of sign of where Lasiandra was.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a baby crying. He heard Lasiandra screaming to save her and their son. He started running again, heading towards where he thought the screams were coming from. He kept running and he felt like he was getting nowhere and the screams were just getting farther and farther away.
Temper jerked upright, a cold sweat covering his skin. He looked over, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lasiandra lying there, still, beside him. Her pale hair was fanned around her face, and she had one of her delicate hands tucked up under her cheek as she lied on her side. Temper softly reached out, and rested his hand on her stomach that had yet to show proof of his child growing inside of her.
“I’ll keep you both safe,” he promised, quietly.
He pulled his hand away as Lasiandra slowly stirred awake. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Temper loved that soft look in those amethyst eyes. Her eyes widened as she noticed the sheen of sweat still on his skin.
“What happened, Temp?” she asked him, slowly sitting up, pulling the sheet up as she did so, covering her breasts in the process.
“Bad dream,” was all he was willing to tell her. He didn’t want to worry her, nor did he want to discuss the dream. He didn’t want to remember it.
Lasiandra rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Dreams are just that, dreams. Nothing to worry about,” she told him with a smile.
Temper cupped his hand over her cheek and lifted her face to his. He pressed his lips to hers in a soft, sweet kiss. Then he released her, and stood up, quickly grabbing his clothes.
“Oh, so that’s how it is,” she said with a smile. “You get laid, and now you’re running out the door.”
Temper laughed, thankful that she was able to joke with him. “Yeah, you know me. Cut and run,” he told her with a grin. He pulled up his pants and quickly fastened them. He bent down and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll see you on the bridge, Las. Take your time, though. Don’t rush.”
Lasiandra snorted. “Like I rush anywhere,” she told him. She watched as he slipped the shirt on, and buttoned it as he walked to the door of her quarters, a smile on her face.
He opened the door. As he stepped out, he looked over at Lasiandra and smiled. When she smiled back, he completely stepped out and quietly closed the door.
Lasiandra sighed happily and flopped back onto the bed. She felt almost like singing. Then she wondered why she so easily slipped back into Temper’s arms. She snorted at herself. How could she not have fallen into his arms? She was completely powerless, it seemed, when it came to Temper. She couldn’t resist anything, apparently.
Lasiandra shook her head at herself and got up to begin to get ready for the day … again.
Lasiandra stepped onto the bridge barely on time for her shift. Her overly long shower had felt just too good and she hadn’t wanted to get out. She also took the time to give herself a quick manicure. She looked down at her nails and smiled. The pale green, barely discernable against the paleness of her skin, seemed to almost glow a little. She loved having something that she could control at this moment.
Temper looked up as she came in. It was always like that. It seemed to Lasiandra like he had radar or something when she was around. It warmed her heart at times, but sometimes it also sucked because if she wanted to slink away unnoticed, she could never actually get away with it.
She watched him walk towards her with a wicked grin on his face. She felt her the ship undulate as it sped through space. She felt her heart race as he came closer and closer.
“Well, you barely made it on time,” he told her, after he dropped a quick kiss on her lips.
“I had to take a shower,” she told him. “It was warm and it was hot,” she whispered softly and evilly. She watched his eyes light up with barely banked desire.
“Woman, you are going to pay for that,” he told her.
She grinned wickedly and patted his cheek. “I sincerely hope that’s a promise,” she told him sweetly, as she walked away to her position on the bridge.
Lasiandra was just getting off her shift when alarm bells started ringing and she felt the ship lurch under her. She felt herself begin to fall forward before a set of arms reach out and caught her. She looked up and saw Cullum.
“Thanks. What happened?”
Cullum helped her to a seat and sat down next to her. “I’m not one hundred percent sure. One of the engines cut out. As you know, we have several, but this one seems to have caused the others to malfunction as well. We’re just coasting, and I need you to find us the nearest repair station or planet, so we can fix this.”
Lasiandra nodded. She got up quickly. She tried to shrug off Cullum’s hand, as he still seemed to be attempting to keep her standing. Thankfully he had, because the ship shuddered again, and Cullum’s supporting hands were all that kept her from crashing to the ground. She smiled at him in thanks and sat in her chair.
She flicked her fingers over the touch screen of the consoles, searching and mentally plotting. She found a few possibilities, and showed them to Cullum.
He pointed to one that had a good reputation, and high standards on their hirings, as well as the most up to date technology. “This one might be our best bet. They have the ability to tractor us in, should be not be able to get there completely on our own,” he told her, honestly.
Lasiandra plotted in the coordinates and the most direct route quickly and efficiently. As she finished, she heard a voice at the entrance of the bridge. The voice sounded highly annoyed. Lasiandra knew that voice. She knew that annoyance. What was Temper doing at the bridge, though, and why was he so annoyed? Also, why did he sound so far away? She looked up and could barely see anything. It was all just starting to fade into black.
Temper ran onto the bridge as he watched Lasiandra started to slip. He felt like he was moving in slow motion as Cullum slowly eased her body to the floor. She was so pale; he’d never seen her so pale before. He got to her side as Cullum pressed his finger at the pulse point on her neck. Cullum looked up at Temper with a grim look on his face.
“She’s fine, Temper, but I think she needs to go to the medical bay,” he told him.
Temper gave him a “duh” look and scooped Lasiandra up gently into his arms. He felt Cullum’s hand on his arm and the room slowly disappeared. He hated when Cullum used his Magickal powers on him, but this was an emergency situation and he wasn’t going to complain.
Temper took a deep breath as they slowly materialized in the medical bay. Immediately, an orderly came over and took Lasiandra into his arms. Temper didn’t want to let her go, but he knew that he had to, for the safety of her and the baby.
Cullum patted Temper’s arm. “Keep me updated on the situation,” he told him, and then he faded out.
Temper followed the orderly, who had signaled for him to come over. He reached out and held Lasiandra’s hand. The color was slowly starting to come back to her face, but she was still pale, too pale in his opinion. She also still seemed to be unconscious.
The doctor walked over to Temper. “You the father?” the man questioned. He was an older doctor, with slightly graying hair and caring warm blue eyes. He wasn’t smiling, but he also wasn’t frowning, which Temper took to be a good sign.
“Yeah, I’m the father,” he told the man.
The doctor sighed. The doctor held out his hand. “I’m Doctor Phillipe Abravo.”
Temper shook the doctor’s hand. “Temper Firebrand,” he responded.
“I don’t know if she’s told you, but right now, everything is up in the air. There’s no recorded data anywhere of a child being born of Faery and Elven parents, as you probably know. So, we’re not sure how her body is going to react to the pregnancy. Elven pregnancies are precarious as it is. She might be of Elven Human descent, but she also has pure Elven in her blood.”
“Up in the air? What does that mean?” That was as far as Temper got in hearing what the doctor had said. “Does that mean I could lose one of them, or both?”
The doctor nodded sadly. “Yes, that’s what it means. Lasiandra is supposed to be taking it easy. I never told her she couldn’t go back to work, and considering what I’ve heard recently about the escape … yes, I know about that,” the doctor told Temper when he noticed the startled look on his face. “Lasiandra has been a patient of mine for many years. I started as her mother’s doctor,” he told him. “Now, back to the pregnancy, she is going to have dizzy spells. She’s going to have nausea.”
Temper snorted. “Yeah, she definitely has the nausea. Pretty regularly, which I only found out about accidentally,” he told the doctor.
The doctor laughed softly. “Yes, Lasiandra is not very forth coming when it comes to anything. She prefers to suffer in silence,” he agreed. “But, the passing out worries me, more than it probably should, but I’m just being overly cautious.”
Temper took a deep breath. He started to ask a question, not quite sure what exactly what he was going to ask when he saw Lasiandra’s eyelashes flutter.
“Hey, Beautiful,” he told her when he saw those beautiful lavender eyes open. “You gave all of us a big scare.”
Lasiandra started to sit up when Dr. Abravo pushed her gently back down. “No, stay lying down for a little bit longer, Lasiandra. I want to do a quick scan and make sure that everything is still okay.”
Her eyes went large and she looked at Temper. “Did I fall?” she asked.
Temper lifted her hand to his lips. “No, no you didn’t fall. Cullum caught you before you could fall out of your seat. You apparently have the power to pass out while sitting down,” he told her with a small smile.
“So why do you need to do a scan,” she asked Dr. Abravo, looking at him.
“Just a precaution, Lasiandra, just a small precaution,” he told her gently. “I just want to make sure that the little one is still snuggled up where he’s supposed to be.”
“He?” Temper asked.
The doctor laughed. “Just a figure of speech, Temper. She’s not quite far enough along for us to make an accurate guess on what the baby is. I just hate calling babies it’s until we know, so I usually call them ‘he’s’.”
A nurse dressed in pale green scrubs rolled over a machine. Temper recognized the sonogram machine. At least there was something he would understand. His sister had had to have a few sonograms of her abdomen when she was younger, because of digestive organ problems. Thinking of that, he wondered if his child was at risk for some of the same issues that he and Trellyn had had to deal with when they were growing up.
The doctor lifted Lasiandra’s shirt to expose her still flat stomach. He held a bottle of sonogram gel and warned Lasiandra that it was going to be cold. She smiled and laughed lightly. She had experience with that cold gel and was ready for it. Or so she thought until the gel hit her skin.
“God, that’s cold,” she exclaimed.
Temper laughed out loud. “You were warned,” he told her.
All joking stopped when they heard a whooshing sound over the speakers of the monitor attached to the sonogram machine. Temper looked at Lasiandra, awe written all over her face. He saw the tears in the corners of her beautiful eyes, and covering the beautiful color of her pupils. He bent down and gently kissed her lips.
The doctor smiled as he watched the couple. Something at least was working out well for Lasiandra, he thought to himself. She had a man who wanted to be the father to her child, who wanted to be with her, who was proud of the child she held. As he watched the screen, his eyes widened.
“Okay, you two, I know you’ve had a scare, but I think I might be giving you something more to worry over.” Lasiandra turned fearful eyes to the doctor. He smiled at her. “But there’s a very good chance you’ll like this surprise,” he told them.
He pointed to the screen. “See that? That’s your baby.” He moved the sensor over a little bit and pointed at something else. “See that? That’s the other baby.”
Temper’s eyes grew large and he plopped his not so small body into a nearby chair. “She’s pregnant … with twins.”
Lasiandra looked at her doctor. “How is that possible?” she queried.
The doctor shrugged. “With all that we know about conception and all of that, we still don’t know everything,” he told her honestly. “It could have just been you releasing more than one egg during that cycle, or the egg split into two parts. Either way can easily explain how what you, and I, assumed was one baby is now two babies.”
Lasiandra looked over at Temper, her back arching slightly as she attempted to get his face in view. She could easily read the shock on his face, but she couldn’t read if he was upset about the news of two babies instead of one. She wished she could read him easier. Temper noticed her looking at him, and smiled at her. She breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he wasn’t one hundred percent on board, at least she knew he was going to be there for her right now, if she needed him.
Temper got more control of himself and stood back up, and resumed his spot at Lasiandra’s side.
“Does this explain why she passed out?” Temper asked.
The doctor nodded. “Yeah, that’s probably why. Carrying twins is harder on the body than a singleton. The risks are higher, as well,” he told them frankly.
Lasiandra looked questioningly at her doctor. “What risks are there now?” she questioned.
“There’s always the risk of spontaneous miscarriage,” he told her. When her eyes got even more concerned, he patted her hand. “The risk now is a lot lower, since you’re almost in your twelfth week.” He wiped the gel off her stomach as he continued talking. “Right now, the biggest risk is for you. Nothing major, but you have to take it easy. I’m not saying that you have to lie in bed all the time, but you have to relax. You have to try and avoid stress.” When Lasiandra went to open her mouth, he held up his hand. “I know it’s not the easiest thing at this moment, but let others worry on it as much as possible. The authorities on the planet will continue the search, and Cullum and Temper will keep you safe here.”
Temper brushed some hair off of Lasiandra’s cheek. “I’ll keep you safe,” he told her. “No one is going to touch you.” He rested his hand on Lasiandra’s still bare stomach. “Nor will I allow anything to happen to them,” he told her, looking into her eyes.
Temper opened the door to his quarters. The walls were bare and plain, unlike Lasiandra’s. Where she had photographs hanging on the walls and knickknacks in all the corners, he had nothing, nothing to really show that these quarters were his. He looked around and wondered why he’d never really taken the effort to do anything with the space. It was his, had been his since he’d become part of Cullum’s team.
He stepped over to the bed, and sat down with a bit of a plop. He looked at the piece of paper in his hands. Not really a piece of paper, but more of a printed photograph. He ran his fingers as he looked at it. He wasn’t just going to be a father. He was going to be a father to twins. He was both excited and officially scared shitless. The sonogram print out made it all too real. He knew Lasiandra was pregnant. He’d known it, but the print out just made it so much more real. It was really going to happen. It was probably going to happen sooner now than they’d planned. He should have expected twins. Twins were common in Faery pregnancies, but he didn’t think they were that common in Elven pregnancies. As her doctor had said, pregnancies were pretty dangerous for Elven females. Not that the males could have children, but still.
He ran a hand over his eyes. He didn’t want to think about something happening to Lasiandra. At this moment, he refused to even consider that something could happen to her or the babies. Oh god, babies, he thought. He laid on the bed, and closed his eyes. What were they going to do?
Lasiandra sat down carefully in the Canteen. She had a hankering for something with tomatoes and pasta. She knew that the tomatoes would probably come back to bite her later on but she decided she deserved to give into the craving. She quickly mixed up everything and just popped it into the microwave. Usually she would wait for the hired chef, but she didn’t really want any company. She was still shell-shocked.
Shell-shocked didn’t even begin to describe it. She felt like the bottom of a box had just dropped out and she was slowly falling. Not a literal fall. She remembered that feeling all too clearly. But like the world had just handed her one hell of a shock. Finding out one was pregnant with twins tended to throw a person for a loop when you weren’t expecting it.
Thinking of the twins had her pulling out her own printed out copy of the sonogram. She traced the shapes of Twin A and Twin B and wondered how each one would be. Would they be identical or fraternal? Would she and Temper be having boys, girls, or both? She almost couldn’t wait to find out, but she was also excited for the wait.
She was also scared because of the warnings her doctor had given her. Twins were dangerous for her because of her being part Elven. Having one child could be a life-threatening situation honestly. That she knew. The babies, though, for now, were safe and sound, and so was she. At this moment in time, she thought, that was all that really and truly mattered. Safety for the three of them, no, the four of them, as she wanted to count Temper into that number of her family.
She took a deep breath and smiled. Seeing the sonogram and hearing that heartbeat made it all too real. It had been like an abstract dream until then. Seeing Temper’s reaction had made it even more real, as well. She’d never seen awe like that on anyone’s face before. It made her wonder if that was how her parents had reacted when they’d heard her heartbeat for the first time.
Thinking of her parents, especially her mother, reminded her of the danger she was in. She pushed it back. She was going to refuse to think about it for the sake of the babies and the sake of her own mental health. She smiled at the thought of her mother, though. Her mother would be jumping for joy if she knew about the pregnancy. She would be so busy making so many plans. She could see her, sitting in her rocking chair, with a cat in her lap, going “Pet the pussy cat, Lasi. They help bring healthy children.”
Lasiandra felt her eyes fill with tears. She wished that she could tell her mother. She wished that she could hear her mother’s weird comments about the healing properties of the touch of animals. She had always claimed this or that about any sort of animal that had shown up.
Lasiandra pushed her plate away, her appetite lost. She just couldn’t face eating now. She felt her stomach rumble in protest. She was hungry but her throat was tight with suppressed tears. She threw the food out, hating the waste, and put the dishes in the dishwasher. She headed back to her room to wait until they arrived at the mechanical station. She would be needed to guide the ship into port, if they actually made it there.
Lasiandra awoke with a start. She had been shaken lightly by the hand on her shoulder. She looked up and smiled at Temper.
“Did I fall asleep? I swear I didn’t plan on doing that,” she told him with a laugh.
Temper smiled and helped her sit up, even though she didn’t really need the assistance.
“Yeah, you’ve been out for a few hours. We’re actually already docked. Cullum had someone do it for you because none of us wanted to disturb you.”
Lasiandra rolled her eyes. “I guess I better just get used to this, shouldn’t I? Falling asleep without planning to; others being forced to cover my workload because of me falling asleep?”
Temper kissed the top of her head as he sat down beside her. “Yeah, I guess it is something you’ll have to adjust to, but then again, everyone understands. Pregnancy, no matter who you are, isn’t a walk in the park.” He pulled her into his arms, and onto his lap. “I’m pretty sure twins are going to be even more of a struggle to do that walk,” he told her with a smile.
Lasiandra breathed out a weary sigh. “God, I can’t believe that I’m carrying two babies. I was just getting ready to being pregnant with one.”
Temper pulled her close against his chest. “You’ll be fine. We’ll work it out and we’ll both survive. Somehow. Though I will probably have to call my mom at times and go ‘I’m so sorry for anything I did while growing up.’ She’ll probably see this as my penance for how I was as a child.”
Lasiandra released a wobbly sigh. Temper pulled her as close as he could. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to remind you about your mom, Lasi,” he told her.
Lasiandra pulled back and cupped his cheek in her hand. She felt the stubble of his facial hair, and was amazed as usual that he could shave every morning and by afternoon she could feel the hairs already growing back. “No, don’t go apologizing. I’m thankful the twins will have your parents to be their grandparents. They’ll have my mom as well. She’ll be like an invisible grandmother, watching over them, keeping an eye on them. She might not be able to hold them, but I know she’ll be there, watching and guiding them as they make their way through their lives.”
Temper pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “She left a great legacy in you, that’s the biggest thing, and you’ll be able to pass that legacy on to them,” he told her, resting his hand on her waist.
Lasiandra laid her hand over his and smiled. “Are you sure you still want to be a part of this. Twins is going to be insane,” she told him with a small smile.
Temper pressed another kiss to her mouth. “You can’t get me gone that easily. You’re officially stuck with me, now. You lost that shot when you passed out and I had to watch you start to slide out of that chair.” He laid his mouth on hers in a hard kiss. “Do not ever scare me like that again.” Lasiandra felt his body shudder. “God, I lost ten years off my life during that moment, I swear.”
Lasiandra wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close, his hand still resting over where the babies were nestled. She pressed a kiss to the side of his neck and whispered, “I was pretty scared myself as I watched the room go dark.”
She pulled back and looked at him. “That reminds me. You were seriously annoyed when you showed up on the bridge. I could hear it in your voice. Why were you so annoyed?”
Temper laughed. “Honestly, I’m not really sure anymore. I think I was just worried about you because of the shuddering of the ship. I was worried that something might have happened to you. That you might have fallen down. I wanted to see you, and I couldn’t over the crowd of people blocking the doorway.”
Lasiandra felt her face and body just melt at his words. He’d been scared. That shouldn’t make her want to melt inside but it did. She loved that he was so concerned about her. She wanted to hold onto that feeling for as long as she could. Sadly, she couldn’t. Not if they were in port. That meant she had to take care of a few things while she had the chance.
She gingerly got off of Temper’s lap. “So, we’re in port, right?” Temper nodded. “How long for?” she inquired.
Temper shrugged. “Cullum’s talking to the mechanics on staff as well as the ones employed by the station. So far tentative estimates is anywhere from a couple hours to a couple days. They’re down at the engine deck, doing the full diagnostic.”
“Well, good. That gives me some time to do a little shopping,” she told him.
“Shopping? What do you want to go shopping for?” he asked her.
“I honestly have no idea. I just want to get off the ship for a bit, and walk around. Breath some not-so-recycled air,” she told him. “Well, actually, I do want to get a few things that’ll make, if I get stuck at any point soon, on bed rest for any extended period of time. I’ve got my portable computer, where I can even log into the ships computers and do my own shifts, but it’s needing a few upgrades. I want to see what they have here. I also want, honestly, to get something that says ‘I’ll be okay’ when it comes to the babies.” She shuddered slightly. “I also want to convince myself that I’m safe. That I’m safe out here, and that there was no way that Tonasket can find me here, at this moment, that he had nothing to do with the engine failure,” she told him as honestly as she could.
Temper followed her out of the quarters, and they headed towards the loading bay doors to exit the ship. Lasiandra slipped her hand into Temper’s. She grinned broadly when he pulled her closer and wrapped his arm around her waist. Her heart did a little skip when he pressed a kiss to the side of her head as they walked. She felt cherished and loved when he did things like that.
Temper felt almost a need to strut as he and Lasiandra stepped off the dock and onto the mechanical repair station. By his side, and in his arms, was one of the most beautiful women in the known planets. At least that was how he felt. He thought to how he’d felt about Alestra, and couldn’t compare the two accurately. He realized that while his feelings for Alestra hadn’t exactly been brother sister feelings, they definitely weren’t anything like the ones that he felt when he was Lasiandra. With Alestra, he felt an almost contentment, and sometimes, a need to pick to make her laugh. With Lasiandra, he felt like he was in a perpetual state of desire. But it was more than that. He felt incomplete when he wasn’t with her. If he was completely honest with himself, he felt only a friendly love for Alestra, and that was all it had been. With Lasiandra, he saw his future, his whole life laid out in front of him. He just hoped and prayed that he would have a chance to prove it all to her and that she would allow him to prove to her that it wasn’t just about the baby, no, the babies, and was all about her, that he would want her even if she wasn’t pregnant.
Lasiandra enjoyed the walk with Temper though the station. She smiled back at people who smiled at her. She wondered why they kept smiling at her, but she didn’t think too hard about it. She just cherished the moment before her.
They made it to the shopping section of the station. Like most of the mechanical repair stations, the biggest shopping part were parts related to the computers and ships, but they also carried daily necessities, such as groceries and hydroponics requirements, and clothes and things that others might need.
She spotted a baby boutique. Finding one of those aboard was a bit of a surprise. Lasiandra wondered at it, because usually they didn’t have a specialty store like this. She smiled slightly as Temper started to guide them towards it.
“Why do you want to go there?” she questioned.
“Why do you think?” he responded back. “I just found out that you are definitely, without a doubt, going to make me a father, and to twins, and since I don’t have much experience with the things a baby will need, I figured we should stop in here.”
“Did you know about this store?” she asked him.
“Yeah, I actually did. Trellyn stopped here and told me about it when she found out that you were pregnant.”
“Oh,” she said softly. She walked into the store and looked around in amazement. She had a small amount of experience with children because of some cousins and friends having children, but she had never been in a baby store before, an actual one, just ones that sell a variety of everything. She walked over to a crib that was designed to be used while on a ship. She ran her fingers over the rail and smiled. She looked over at Temper. “Can you believe that we’re going to need two of these?”
“Honestly, I can believe it just because I’m an actual twin. I just cannot believe that you’ll be the one carrying them inside of you. You don’t look like you’re big enough to carry two inside,” he told her with a smile.
“Oh, trust me, I can carry them. I might end up as big as a house, but I’ll get there, I hope.” She ran her fingers over the side again, and smiled. “I can see this in my quarters. Can’t you see it?”
Temper definitely could see it in her quarters. He could also see her with a twin in each arm, singing them a lullaby. Or something like that, something to help them fall asleep or stay asleep. He could see himself just watching, but not on the outside looking in, but as if he was actually a part of the whole scene.
“So, we’re going to need carriers, cribs, clothes, lots of things like that, correct?” he asked her.
“I think so. I’m not one hundred percent. Remember, I’ve never done this either”, she told him. “The only real experience I have with babies is the ones of friends and cousins. All I’m pretty sure of is that we’re probably going to need double of all that we need because of them being twins, regardless of the fact that they could be of the same sex.”
Temper nodded. “I know, though, when we were up until a few months old, Mom had us sharing a crib. Maybe we’ll be able to do that, at least for a little bit,” he suggested.
Lasiandra smiled, glad that he was taking part in the pre-preparations and not thinking she was too early in all of the planning that she was doing.
She went to a rack of baby clothing, where there was also a pile of stuffed animals. She picked up a little bear and grinned broadly. “Isn’t this too cute?” she asked him.
Temper smiled at her excitement. “definitely cute,” he told her.
Temper smiled broadly when he spotted something. It was a onesie with a picture of a ship flying through space that said “My daddy’s ship is faster than your daddy’s”. He held it up and showed it to Lasiandra.
“Too cute,” she commented.
They wandered around the store, and looked at things. She talked with a few of the clerks, finding out from their experience exactly what she would need, and when the best time to start shopping for baby things would be. She really appreciated the helpful attitude of the clerks. She made a mental note to make sure that she came back here when it was time to officially start shopping.
After they finished at the baby boutique, including grabbing a few books on pregnancy and similar, they headed back out into the shopping area. Lasiandra’s ears perked up, as she caught the fading trail of a song she had grown up listening to with her mother. She smiled as she heard the familiar words.
“Every step you take, I’ll be watching you”
She smiled at the thought. She felt like it was a message from her mom saying that everything would be okay.
“What’s that smile about,” Temper asked her.
“Nothing. I Just noticed the song playing overhead, and it was Mom’s favorite song,” she told him. “I felt like she was telling me that she knew and that she was here and all that stuff,” she told him, blushing slightly. “You probably think I’m just hormonal, don’t you?” she asked him.
“No, I don’t. I understand exactly what you mean,” he told her honestly. “We all have things that remind us of someone that we’ve lost, and when we see those things, we all take them as signs. You’re right though. You, and the babies, are going to be just fine. I will not allow anyone or anything to harm you, or them.” He was more than just saying it to make her feel better. He was going to do everything in his power to make that his children, and the woman he loved were safe. He nearly stopped where he was when that thought passed through his head. He’d finally admitted to himself that he loved this woman. She was everything and all of that to him. He wondered how he could have lied to himself for so long about that. She was the only woman who would make his life and his heart complete. She was his world, and he was going to make sure that she completely believed and understood that, no matter what it took.
Lasiandra smiled broadly as she and Temper walked in and out through the stores. She frowned when his pocket communicator beeped at him. He took it out of his pocket and looked at it.
“It’s Cullum,” he told her after looking at the display. “I gotta take it.”
She smiled. They found a bench to sit at so she could rest a little and he could take his call.
“This is Temper. What’s up? Really? Already? Wow. Okay, we’re on our way back.” He looked at Lasiandra. “Ship’s fixed. Time for us to head back.”
Temper helped her up and took the bags she’d been carrying. They walked back to the ship, hand in hand, both content and happy with how the hour that they’d had together had gone.
Temper looked at Cullum, rage on his face. His green eyes were practically shooting fire, the fire of his enragement making them glow. His hair was nearly standing out on end from running his fingers through it. Cullum had more than told him that the ship was ready when he’d called. He’d also had told him that there
“What exactly are you saying?