Jeroen was finally, maybe, getting used to the babies. They kept waking him up with their crying in the middle of the night, and he was tired, but they were soft, and they were small, and he maybe liked them a little more than he had expected to ( Read more... )

With barely two weeks until the twins were due, Eostre was finding herself increasingly short-tempered. Her ankles hurt, her back hurt, her head hurt, she had to pee almost all the time and now...now, her rabbit had decided to assert himself ( Read more... )

It was one thing to wake up on a desert island surrounded by people who didn’t exist, or only used to exist, or would only One Day exist. It was another to wake up and find you best (male) friend in sudden, unexpected possession of soft skin and an impressive rack ( Read more... )

Jeroen was bored. He kicked at a book on the floor, where he'd discarded it. It wasn't anything interesting anyway, just another book he didn't know enough English to read. He kicked at it again, a little more viciously, then pulled his foot back at Walt moved to investigate the book ( Read more... )

I should've fucking known.

Goddamn playground popped up outside the compound, open to the public yesterday, and I spent over an hour last night leaning against a tree in the dark and staring at the swing set. Remembering. Shit I haven't though about in ages. Half expecting White Camero to come up from the path and pull up out front. When I finally ( Read more... )

Jeroen hadn't been hiding, precisely. He hadn't even been anti-social. He'd been having adventures, and helping (read: annoying) Eostre and the twins, and being entirely normal ( Read more... )

Something had been bothering Eostre for a while. A long time ago (or it felt like a long time, now) she'd written a list and bloodied it and dropped it into the ocean. A lot of water had passed under the bridge, since then. The scars on her palm had made a faint, white cross, which made her think of pirates and buried treasure and things lost ( Read more... )

He'd made sure to take everything out of his pocket before getting onto the trampoline, carefully lining them up along the base. Last time, he'd jumped with his dagger on his belt and even a reckless little boy could see how that was a bad idea ( Read more... )

Took about a week for it to really hit me.

For the sex to settle down, and for the both of us to start spending more than an hour or so outside of the hut. For all the excitement and insanity to calm down. This morning, that's when it hit me.

I'm fucking marriedIt's not a joke, and it's not some far off plan in the very distant future. It's real ( Read more... )

Hiding out was not what Eostre was doing. The first time that she'd been elected, she'd felt a strong instinct to hide and had spent several hours curled up on the floor in front of the oven with a cup of tea. She had considered, briefly, taking up residence in the Children's office and staying there until people forgot who she was, but that wasn ( Read more... )