Epilogue
Gwen – On the Falcon (short for Millennium Falcon…)
“You’ll need to put your hair up in cinnamon buns over your ears,” Kristin said.
I laughed and Mak looked at me, confused. I’d told him all about Star Wars when I named our ship, but he got caught up on what the purpose of an Earth movie was before I could get into a lot of detail.
“Mak doesn’t look furry enough to be Chewbacca, but he certainly snarls a lot,” Rachel added. She was bouncing her son on her hip and he was happily chewing on a fistful of Rachel’s long hair, slobbering all over his hand… and her.
Babies. Adorable. But maybe a bit too slobbery for me.
I smiled, looked to Mak and ran my hand down his cheek. “I like it when you snarl.”
We were in our ship’s central area, sharing a vid screen call with our friends
