Chaton, come rest. Or are you restless? Shall I settle the bebes? He feels her moving about, frustrated that he can do no more than caress and touch with his mind. He aches to hold her close and help her through this.
Stoney hears Raina's lowrider. He breathes a mental sigh of relief, knowing Alise won't be alone much longer. He kisses her gently, the stroke of his lips following the graceful curve of her belly. His only wish that he could do it in reality, not just by thought.
Soon mon Chaton, soon the little ones will be here... I was thinking. Do you remember the boy who used to tend the altar? He used to sneak you out to the cemetery. If we have a boy, could we name him for the young man who watched over our friendship, letting it grow? His name was Tomas.
He touches her mind with a small smile. Ob has also been a Tomas...
the 'last drummer' for Montenegro was 'Tomas Ramirez', our 'current drummer's cousin'.
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