Victor gives Bridgette a friendly nod and then takes me warmly in his arms, pressing a kiss to my hair and resting his cheek against the top of my head. “Did you think the other kids wouldn’t like them?”
“I don’t know what I thought,” I murmur, still watching my boys, a hand pressed against my stomach as well, half of my thoughts on my girls. “Honestly, Victor, is it horrible if I…wanted them to be? A little bit?”
“Well, at first blush, yes,” Victor whispers, laughing a little. “But tell me what you mean.”
“For six years, Victor,” I explain, maybe realizing it for the first time myself, “they’ve been all mine – they didn’t really have any friends at the human school, they were too advanced, and they were my little buddies, they hung out with me. Oh my god,” I say, laughing and wiping
