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Miranda, Personal Quarters, Xalia City, Five Weeks Later
“Okay, girlfriend, I brought the wine.”
Natalie held up a bottle of pale liquid and walked past me into my quarters. I’d sent her a comms message and she had appeared—thankfully not empty-handed—in less than an hour. With a newborn, a toddler and a very attentive mate, I was impressed she’d torn herself away so quickly.
The door to my quarters silently slid closed behind her, and I followed her into my small kitchen area. Thank god for BFFs, even on Trion. I couldn’t even imagine if I’d remained on Earth without her. Here, even on a planet we were growing accustomed to, we’d needed each other. Of course, she had hottie Roark. And little Noah, who wasn’t so dang little anymore, not with Roark’s genes in him. And then baby Talia.
