And all they heard was all over Korwahn the next morning.
* * * * *
The sun was touching the sky when something woke me. I felt disconcerted before it hit me.
I was not sleeping under Lahn’s warm body. I was pressed to the side of it, his arm around me, my cheek to his shoulder, my arm around his abs.
My eyes opened and I stared at my daughter, her rosy, chubby cheek pressed to her father’s brown, muscled chest, her eyes closed, her pink lips pursed in a cute, little baby pout, her sweet little fist resting light on his smooth, dark skin.
I felt my lips turn up and I slid my arm from my husband’s stomach so I could rest my hand on my daughter’s fat rump.
Then carefully, I tipped my head back to see my handsome husband’s sleeping profile.
I hadn’t heard her and this meant she’d probably woken and, as Isis was content to do, she just quietly took things in.
But my husband’s sensed her awake and went to go get his daughter.
That made my lips turn up deeper.
He either felt the slight movement of my mouth or sensed my eyes on him, his opened and his head turned to me. When I looked into their dark depths I saw they were somnolent and sexy and all the love he felt for me was warm, sweet and openly read in the depths of them.
Yes, oh yes, I was home.
I pressed against Isis’s bottom.
“We’re going to have to talk about this,” I whispered.
I watched with fascination as he grinned.
I let that process through me as I grinned back.
Then I sighed.
Then I tipped my chin down and closed my eyes, deciding we’d talk about it later.
Tunahn would be hungry soon. I needed to get my rest.
* * * * *
Harold Quinn listened as he watched the old woman in a trance, her voice saying his daughter’s words, his heart breaking a little and mending a little more.
“Hey Pop. Get this! You’ve got two grandbabies. Twins! Can you believe that? Tunahn is our boy and his name means horse. They have a bunch of different gods here and the horse god is one. Lahn’s name means tiger and that’s a god too. He named Tunahn after the horse god because horses are strong, clever and loyal. Our other baby is a little girl. She has fuzzy, golden hair that I’m pretty sure is going to be just like Mom’s and mine. Tunahn, I forgot to tell you, has black hair like his Dad. Her name is Isis. I named her like you and Mom named me. Tunahn is already strong as an ox, no joke. He also bawls a lot but that’s because he’s a greedy, little monster and cannot seem to get enough milk. But he doesn’t have to bawl long. I can’t keep my hands off him. He’s my little warrior. He’s growing leaps and bounds. Isis is my golden baby; she rarely cries and is super sweet. Her Dad freaking adores her. If Tunahn wakes in the night, Lahn is cool with me getting up and feeding but he’s firm about Tunahn going back to his bed. If Isis does, Lahn’s all over letting her sleep with us. Don’t worry, I’ve nipped that in the bud. Well, kind of.”
The witch sucked in a huge breath and then kept talking, just like his Circe could do.
“You were right, as usual. I guess it sucks that I’ve learned that now when you’re a world away. The witch says that we can try to send these messages but they can’t be certain to reach their target. Though I hope we can, even if it’s only random. I’ll promise to keep trying and I hope you do too. But, like I said, you were right. Lahn and I worked things out. He worked hard at it and maybe I made him work too hard but I love him and I forgave him and now I’m happy. You don’t have to worry. It’s all good. He loves me a lot, Pop, and shows me he does. I’m happy, honestly, very happy. He’s a good guy and if you met him, it might take awhile, but you’d like him.” A pause then, “Oh, by the way, if you could do me a favor and not call him an asshole in your next message that would be cool. I taught him English and he figured out what that meant and he didn’t much like it.”
Harold Quinn grinned.
The witch went on. “If I don’t hear from you, or you don’t hear from me, I want you to know I miss you and I love you and I always will. Always, Pop. You’re the best Pop a girl could have. The… absolute… best.”
Oh yeah. There it was. That was his girl.
The witch kept talking. “Tell the guys I said hey and give Marlene a hug for me and let her and Circe know I’m all right.”
Another sucked in breath and then the witch went on.
“And I promise I’m all right, Pop. Promise. I’m… well, Daddy, what can I say? I’m home.”
The woman’s shoulders slumped, her head dropped then it shot up and she blinked, her blind eyes focusing on nothing but no longer hazed by her trance.
“Did it work?” she asked, face alight.
When Harold Quinn answered, his voice was gruff, “Yeah.”
The old woman paused as if attempting to sense his mood, the brightness in her face faded when she succeeded in this endeavor then she nodded.
Then quietly she said, “We’re lucky it worked.”
He nodded back though she couldn’t see him. He’d heard her. Communication with that world was difficult. Messages were received only randomly, messages sent might never be known if they were heard.
Tunahn and Isis and his Circe happy with her king.
Yeah, he was lucky it worked.
“You want to try again…” she trailed off and he nodded again even though she couldn’t see him, somehow he knew she sensed this too.
Harold was right for she smiled a gentle smile.
Then she reached out blindly, touched his arm and whispered, “I’ll never be far, father of the golden Circes.”
Then she turned and walked quietly out of his garage, her cane clicking on the floor as she went.
Harold watched the door close behind her before he walked into his daughter’s office and settled in her chair behind her desk after pulling out his wallet. He flipped it open, gently tugged out the oft-touched photo and looked into a pair of familiar golden eyes.
“She’s happy, Andie,” he whispered to his wife.
Andromeda Quinn did what she always did.
She smiled back at him, her beautiful eyes lit with that bright, golden light Harold Quinn loved so fucking much.
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About the Author
Kristen Ashley lives in the beautiful West Country of England with her husband and her cat. She came to England by way of Denver, where she lived for twelve years, but she grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana. Her family and friends are loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write.
Kristen’s Mom moved her and her brother and sister in with their grandparents when she was six. Her grandparents had a daughter much younger than her Mom so they all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched). Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
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