Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Wren nearly choked but that was my fault for shocking him when he was swallowing. “Are you okay?”
Coughing, he nodded and took a drink out of the special container he called a sippy cup. When it was obvious he was fine, I relaxed back in my seat. “The cake is still good. I think it’s just a cultural difference.”
Kenzie popped up in his mind again. “Yes, he’d have a hard time with that too but he might know some dense-style cakes that my people would like to try. We’ll have to remember to bring some next time.”
The question marks danced again and that time an image of the portal was with them. That wasn’t as easy to guess but I assumed it was related to the comment about next time. We had spent too much energy not talking fully about our plans for the portal and where we would keep our family, so I had a feeling little Wren was done with ignoring the obvious.
“Well, the plan is two weeks and then we come back to the human world so that everyone can give detailed reports.” I had originally suggested a month but it was quickly denied because everyone felt they didn’t have that much patience.
Even Wren had to admit his mother might go charging through the portal and end up causing an interstellar incident.
That was when everyone decided two weeks was an appropriate length and that we needed someone with the scientific knowledge to figure out where our worlds were located in the universe. No one had maps detailed enough to figure that out and they were still debating if there was a way to use computers to do it.
I thought that question should’ve been asked years ago, but evidently no one could remember any of our people going into that kind of science. They thought it might have something to do with those careers being closely tied to their government, but I thought it was because they preferred more creative or what they called hands on jobs.
My people had focused on our skills with magic and fields related to that, and the disaster with the portal hadn’t helped them want to explore. We had basic knowledge about our place in the universe but nothing I was getting from Wren made it obvious where they were compared to us.
“When we get back, we’ll need time to relax and play and just have fun…and answer the diner men’s questions.” That got giggles from him and the questions stopped bouncing around as much.
I took that to mean I could slow my chatter and ate a few bites while he wiggled side-to-side in his seat and enjoyed his food. After a few minutes, I shifted us back into the conversation again.
Was it a conversation when all he did was flash pictures?
Ignoring what was probably a ridiculous question, I focused on the important parts. “I think we should look at renting a house here when we get back. Something private where you can have a playroom and I can practice cooking.”
That got more giggles but he also nodded. “I think we’ll have a better idea of what will make us both happy at that point.”
Hmm.
The question marks had turned to arrows, which all seemed to be pointing at me.
Had I done something?
Not done something?
Missed something?
When I just stared stupidly at him, Wren sighed and reached out to pat my arm before diving back into his food as Miss Nancy had said.
Oh.
“What would make me happy?”
His expression said he thought that should’ve been obvious.
“I’m going to start with telling you what I know specifically.” There was a lot I didn’t know, but giving him solid answers to start seemed like a good plan, and his smile said I’d made the right choice. “I want us to have a place where you can play and be little. I want us to have people around us that we like and that we don’t have to hide our relationship. I want to be able to see our families on both sides of the portal as long as that’s a possibility. I want diner pie at least twice a year.”
Human desserts had turned into a must have, but even I knew having them on a daily basis was not something I could do and still fit into my clothes.
More laughter and an image of the dessert called peach cobbler came through the bond. “Yes, pie and additional desserts. I should not limit myself. You’re correct.”
Still finding me funny, as his laughter faded, my mate sent me a picture of the closed portal. It could’ve related to several things but I thought he was thinking about our last discussion at the meeting. “It’s scary but we’ll be together no matter where we end up, and as you said, if we get trapped over there, we’re just going to imagine your mother being calm and relaxed while we see what happens.”