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We approached the squat blue glassy structure and went inside.
I stopped and gaped, taking in the wooden counters lining the outside walls, all of them covered with boxes, cooking tools, and things I couldn’t identify in various stages of construction. “It looks like Santa’s workshop.”
“Who is this sinta?” Aizor asked, though with humor shining in his voice. I adored that he was never jealous. In fact, he encouraged me to interact with everyone in our clan, saying that my role as a traedor’s mate was honored and revered, that I could give advice much like the gods. I wasn’t sure about that, but I loved talking with everyone and finding out what they enjoyed eating. Now that Muzzire had been banished, I’d taken over some of the meal prep with Jessia’s help. I adored crafting new dishes for everyone to try, and she begged for Earthling stories.
We did that, plus we played with the kids.
Would Aizor and I have a youngling one day? Perhaps. I wasn’t in any rush. I adored the fact that it was just us, and I wasn’t ready to leave that behind.
When I visited with Helena the day before, we not only sipped coffee, but we also talked about this. She told me she’d spoken with the others of her kind and assured me that the other women and I were brought here to find true love with Zuldruxian mates, not to become broodmares for the next generation. If we wanted children, we could have them. If we didn’t, that was fine with her and the other aliens as well. All we needed to do was speak our wishes, and they’d provide some sort of birth control.
As for the woman with red hair I’d been worried about, Helena said I’d meet up with her again soon, that she’d found her true mate with a Zuldruxian male, and they’d travel to visit with our clan in a short time.
As for children, I’d decided to let fate give us a youngling or leave us happily without one.
“Would you like to see your surprise?” he asked, taking my hand and tugging me over to a large object covered with a cloth.
“What is it?” I danced beside him, giddy with excitement.
He ripped off the cloth. “Fook eff!”
I couldn’t stop laughing, and my laughter soon gave way to tears. Then I had to remind him that I cried when I was either sadorhappy, something he and the other Zuldruxians still found strange. Maybe if some of the other women joined our clan and did the same thing, they’d finally understand.
Because his gift was gorgeous, I didn’t laugh for long. I kept crying as I sat in the chair he’d made for me; one I could place near the fire. It was big enough for him to sit with me or the boys when I told them a story.
“Do you like it?” He fretted with his tusks, rubbing them across his upper lip.
“I love it.” I stroked my palms along the smooth arms. “How did you find time to make it?”
“I came here when you were asleep,” he said gravely. “I wanted you to have something special, something from my heart.”
“Aizor.” This male kept breaking me and putting me back together again. “I love you.”
He leaned forward and kissed me with enough heat to tinder the fire simmering deep inside. We’d definitely need to take a nap soon.
“What did you hope to do with the wood scraps?” He waved to a box full of pieces in all sorts of sizes.
“Jenga.”
“Jenga?”
“It’s a game. Can we bring the box of wood up near the fire?”
“To burn?”
“Never. We’re going to stack it and then tug out pieces from different sections of the pile.”
“And you’ll find this fun?”
“Won’t you?”
“I’ll carry it up there tonight.”
Because I couldn’t resist looking, I slid off the chair, admiring it again, before I walked around his shop, tracing my fingertip across various things he had either finished or was still working on. “What do you hope to do with all these wonderful items?”
“Give them away.”
“You could sell them at a clan gathering.” The first would be held in one month.
