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“Right. Ahsoka. It's another Star Wars name. You know Liz and her obsession,”
IT'S BETTER THAN ANAKIN
"She looks like her dad and is pissy like me," she says proudly. "Couldn't ask for a better combination in my darling little shit stirrer."
Her hungry wails are getting stronger by the day, and now she doesn't sound like a darling little bird when she's fussy—she sounds like a pissy ostrich, and since I'm new to being a mama, I do my best to keep her from getting upset.
"Happy? You make it sound like summer camp in the North Pole. No, I don't like it here. I hate using an outhouse, I hate eating the scorpion-things for dinner, and I hate all this roughing it crap. I'm a city girl." She shakes her head as if to clear it. "This is the last place I want to be, but we're not going anywhere, so I need to learn to like it, right?"
“What do I say?” I echo. “How about ‘how fucking dare you?’”
"I can't believe you, bartering as if I don't have a choice in the matter. As if I'm a prize to be won and not a person. How would you feel if your future was decided for you by someone else? You've had that happen in the past, right? It doesn't feel good, does it?"
"It was not about the contest for me," I tell him. "I wanted her and Glory to have a good place to live. It is important to me that they are cared for properly."
“I am having a difficult time here on this world.” “It hasn’t exactly been a cakewalk for me either,” I murmur. “Join the club.” “I shall indeed join this club,”
And just because I’m me, I can’t resist adding a “Knock knock,” hoping he’ll pick up my inside joke. That he’ll respond with a “Who’s there” and I can say something clever or sweet like “It’s the woman that loves you”
Vordis shakes his head. “I am a’ani. We are nothing to everyone.” “Not true. You’re everything to me,” I tell him softly.
Are they about to mate? Is everyone in this land constantly mating?
“Knock knock,” I whisper, my gaze searching his. “Vordis is here,” he murmurs, then gives me a devilish grin.
I shake my head, grinning back. “You’re not even trying now.” “I like your smile when I do it wrong. That is better than any joke.”
“My khui,” he murmurs, his hand going to his heart. “Did you command it, as you do my cock?”
“I’m just happy you’re happy, ketchup and hot sauce aside.” “I don’t care what condiment he is as long as he’s mine,”
I will seriously cut a bitch if Thrand stops me and says hello.
“Oh, dear lord, you cannot be real. Thank you, Jesus.” She clasps her hands in front of her. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but thank you.” “Who is this Jesus?”
“Whoa there, hot sauce. I need to breathe. You did well. Really well. Fucking amazing.”
So we settled on hot sauce 🤭
this time I have wanted to be my own person, and now I realize the truth of it. Being part of her whole is better than being all of myself.
“Knock knock.” She laughs even more, and the sound is wondrous to hear. “Who’s there?” “It is I, your mate,” I tell her proudly. She giggles, obvious pleasure in her voice. “You are such a dork.” But she kisses me, and I love her smile.
