A young face stared back at a smiling Zheena."What have you done?"
asked Akoni.
"I gave us more time,"
she said with a smile."But...it was alchemy,"
he said. You're a supernatural skeptic...you...don't you hate alchemy?"
She hugged her beloved and laughed as she said, "I love you far more than I could ever hate alchemy."
And they spent some more time just enjoying being together in the dark. And in secret. And her husband was sleeping right through the wall from them.While she is certainly not as enthusiastic about the job as Abbica, Brynhildr helps out with the babies.
This helps free her mom up to entertain their company."Yes, I do lots of research on the history of supernaturals,"
Chauncey replied to Zheena's question.
"Aren't crowds with torches and pitchforks just fascinating?!?"
Zheena asked, not realizing how offensive it might sound.
She then went in to check on the youngsters while Annalee tried to explain to Chauncey that Zheena didn't mean to disrespect his work, she simply thought it was pointless and ridiculous. Chauncey was not all that comforted.
"Great,"
muttered Zheena, "looks like I'll be adding an alien baby to the brood."
"So, a funny thing happened when I checked on the kids,"
Zheena began."Oh my gosh!!"
Annalee exclaimed. I'm going to be an auntie! Again!
"So,"
Zheena responded, "when is it going to be my turn to become an auntie?"
"Look at the time, honey,"
said Chauncey, "we need to hurry if we're going to catch our flight."
"Our flight doesn't leave until tomorrow, sweetie,"
retorted Annalee. "So, about making Zheena an auntie..."
