“Our offspring has regained his exuberance, I see,” TeZaron remarked.
Anya barely glimpsed TeBron, and their son, Nafer. As soon as her mind formed his name, the child turned to her with his hands extended upward. Anya, a trained pediatrician, picked him up right on cue. He was an armful. She knew his age from her bonded, but he looked at least four inches taller than an Earthen six-year-old child and a good twenty pounds heavier.
“You are Anya. You are my Mommie’s friend and you are going to have a fempring. My Mommie likes you.”
“Who is your Mommie?” Anya asked gently. Although his body belied his age when measured against an Earthen child, his actions were akin to his years.