Ever since the village of Sundres became his "home," life faired mostly normal for Shej. And why wouldn't it? It was an unbalanced world in favor of the men and their Sources, a world where Taboos...the women born with magic...would be glared upon a...
He fixed the buttons on his shirt and tucked it neatly into his pants, looking into the mirror to make sure his hair wasn't flying around wildly.
"Cerno said they are serving steak and...aww, you're not going as Yaya?"
Shej chuckled, trying to let the name grow on him again. "I've had all the being a woman I can handle for today. Plus, bras and panties suck when you're not used to them. Baby steps."
Leena grinned. "You could always go commando."
"Funny. Anyway," he turned and picked up a small envelop from the vanity, "speaking of baby steps," he grinned, holding up the envelop for Leena. She could instantly tell it was a letter from her brother.
"Did Twyn and Ily have their baby?" she asked excitedly, taking the envelop and opening it quickly. Inside was only a photo with her brother, Ilyana, and a little tiny bundle in her arms, all three curled up together. On the back of the photo in Twyn's handwriting said,
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"Lookit his little nose! He looks just like Twyndis as a baby!" Leena cooed, going downstairs and hanging the photo on their fridge. She stood, staring and smiling at it for several moments.
"Soon we'll be able to send them pictures too," Shej whispered in her ear, hugging her closely from behind.
"If the idea you have works out."
"I'll make it work."
"And what if I still can't get pregnant?" Her voice was a bit sullen.
"Then I'll make Cerno do it directly or we'll use a turkey baster. Come hell or high water, that baby is going to look like me."
Leena turned around and punched Shej square in the chest, Shej letting out an "oof!" and laughing.
"I'm kidding!" he grinned after gaining his composure from her hit. He quickly grabbed her and pulled her back into his arms, pulling her tightly against his body. "No man is ever allowed to touch you," he growled wantingly in her ear.
"You're currently a man."
"Wrong. I'm a woman hiding in the shape of a man, no matter how much I wish I could escape that." He kissed her neck and as a thought hit him, he ran his hands down her front side and between her legs, "And with that said, no other woman is allowed to touch you either. Your moans are mine and mine alone."
She tried to hold it back but he made it impossible, Shej drew the soft moan from her. "Mmm, are you jealous?" she giggled teasingly with her velvet voice to taunt him.
"If you want to call it that. I call it protecting what's mine."
"I remember you saying once that when we finally found our freedom, you wanted me to have a chance at a 'real' husband. While I never intended to find anyone else, I'm very happy that you've changed your mind. You're as real as any."
