“We don’t have to be that close to talk to them anymore although we like visiting with Mary. Oh! Grandpa and Grandsire just transported into the courtyard.” Michael ran to the door.
“Michael, this isn’t your house, let Naffie answer the door,” Sara admonished.
“Mommie,” Michael explained patiently, “it is my house, too. I have a bed here just like Naffie has one at our house.”
Sara threw up her hands. “I give up. Even Mark and Juraens don’t understand what’s going on with the offspring.”
“Don’t be discouraged. Bron and Zaron have no more understanding of this than we do. The offspring are off even the Hi Psy chart.” Syn sighed.
Sam and Tarin came inside. “Michael and Naffie met us at the door. I hope it’s okay that we followed them inside.” Sam blushed when he saw that both Anya and Syn were breastfeeding.
“We can return some other time,” Tarin offered.