An hour later we’re outside under a huge tree. Declyn is agitated. He does not need
to feed; his eyes are still light enough to tell me this. It is as if he worries about something
and it edges on his mood.
The only time he does not grunt or growl is when he plays with the babies. I notice
how they love being around him too, and practically climb over me for his attention. They
aren’t human babies, that is for sure. The way they already push up and move about, try to
converse and engage and their strength, is beyond that of three-month-old children! Venus
has a hand-full of my hair and she refuses to let it go. She tries to shove it into her little
spittle mouth. To the side, Declyn makes aeroplane sounds, flat on his back, and he swings
Eros through the air. The kid loves it.
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