“Fuck how you feel,” she says crisply. “Don’t let your pride get in the way of helping me do this for the children. Gods know they deserve to be happy, and so do we.” Kratchet looks at her for a moment, then hooks a hand around the back of her neck, right beneath the knot of her hair, and pulls her in for a kiss. “Bless the ancestors for bringing us together,” he whispers. “You always tell me what I need to hear.”
