A comfortable balance was established between Alexandre, Cornelius and I, and the days began to fly by. Though I must admit, the balance mostly consisted of them taking care of me as my due date crept closer. I got crankier as it got harder for me to find a comfortable position as the baby grew, but the two men only got more indulgent, never more than a call away. It infuriated me at times, to their great amusement. There was as steady change happening in Cornelius, the more time he was accepted as a member of our little pack or the closer he grew to us, the gentler he seemed. It seemed the key change to the virus was very much as Cornelius had predicted earlier, an oxytocin, serotonin and other hormonal rush triggered by love, both giving and receiving, which allowed the virus to mut
