still vomiting?”
“According to Madame Zel, it is fairly consistent.”
“I can create a scent to help her, but it will take some trial and error.”
“I will invite her over for tea.”
Xeric chuckled. “Excellent. Part of the ranger detachment I was working with is coming this evening to congratulate me on my resumption of family duties.”
Lilia was amused by the thought of Briel and a bunch of purples. She was going to be a kid in a candy store.
“That seems like an excellent combination.”
Xeric chuckled and cuddled her against him. “I think it will be fun to watch.”
“I heartily agree. Now, come and help me find something to wear.”
His eyes glowed. “I get to pick?”
“You have a vote. You can pick three and I will take it from there.”
“I love a woman who can compromise.”
“And I love a man who has enough sense to find a treatment for a woman who would puke on his shoes. Come on. Thank you, Medic Tro.”
Lilia and Xeric headed for their rooms, and she sighed at the sense of belonging that was clicking into existence. It was a new feeling, but so was the idea of being a mother.
Life changed and you had to adapt.
Author’s Note
Hooray, the end of the Os. Next round, we are working on the Ps, and the women involved are all undergoing changes. Big changes.
I hope to be back on track with my schedule sooner rather than later, but dealing with a death in the family throws things off.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
About the Author
Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.
An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.