“Annie! Hurry up or we will be late!”
“Hold your horses! Don’t rush me or I might forget to pack something!”
Annie half-ran out of Kerr’s bedroom as she tied up the bag of items she thought they would need while they were away. Rion stood in the doorway, holding the doors open until she could join him. Smiling, she tossed him the bag, and he deftly threaded its long handles over his head and shoulder. From him she accepted their son, already bundled in his carrier. The infant smiled as she strapped him against her chest.
She was wearing one of her new knee-length tunics and long pants in a mint green color. She’d missed wearing pants, and sometimes flying around in a gown just wasn’t practical. After she’d asked Rion to order her a set, three outfits had shown up two days later.
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