Change of Destiny (Sequel to Twist of Fate)

Two

Back in the house, Lyrica couldn't help her grin as she nursed her newborn son, even though she was beyond exhausted. Since she knew how much he loved to cook in his off-Time, she'd loosed Bobby on her kitchen with her handmade cookbooks on the grounds that her house still be standing later. It certainly helped her out with finishing up any Yule preparations that hadn't been done quite yet due to unexpectedly having a baby and needing to make a lotta Changes due to that, alone.

        Listening to said man's daughter, Zoe, and August practically babble in their own language was another reason to smile, too. Ever since being introduced to one another a couple Years ago, they'd all but become inseparable, their friendship was so strong. In fact, the adults'd to sit down and really get the hang of emailing each other so they could teach the girls how to do the same. They were forever trying to run up phone bills so they could keep in touch otherwise, and neither dad wanted to pay a Sky-high phone bill when emails were cheaper.

        Hearing the front door open and a pair of voices made the young woman look up from where she'd glanced down at baby Triton. Somehow, her smile only grew when she saw her man Returning with Zak, whom she'd been told he'd taken down to her Cave. Seeing him Return in one piece was what made her so happy since she knew he was exhausted from caring for their newborn son.

        Once he'd hung their jackets on the hooks by the front door, said virtuoso all but made a beeline over to where she was settled on the couch. Lyrica couldn't help laughing into the kiss he gave her once he leaned down, which sparked the girls into laughing. There was no doubt that–for all that he was wild, crazy, and just overall eccentric–he loved her more than he could ever put into words. Her giving him a son he'd never thought he'd have no doubt Strengthened that bond between them, and she couldn't have been more glad. She also couldn't wait till her postpartum period was over, but at the moment, hers and their son's Health mattered more than getting laid.

        "Somebody just couldn't wait to nom with the rest of us, huh?" Richie chuckled, settling next to her.

        "He's a piggy, just like his daddy," she laughed.

        "I don't recall having a curly tail," the virtuoso retorted, his grin belying any malice. "Or a snout, for that matter."

        "Not that I've ever seen," Lyrica snickered. "Butcha eat like a Pig, that's for sure."

        "Nah, not unless I'm on tour," he told her. "Can't ever seem to get into a good rhythm unless I've a guitar in my hands, so I wind up skipping meals when I prolly shouldn't."

        "And then ya wind up stuffing yourself like a Mabon Turkey to make up for it," the young woman said, grinning as she poked his belly. "You're gonna pay for that one Day when ya start looking like you've a spare tire under your shirt."

        "Not if I keep hiking and rock-climbing like I've done for the last couple Years," Richie laughed. "Takes more than leg and upper body strength to manage that without breaking my neck!"

        "Too well I know it, l'amore," she agreed. "I did it for a lot longer every Time I wanted to so much as run into Two Harbors, after all."

        "I still dunno how ya did it, girl."

        Looking over to her right, Lyrica saw Bobby at the island, where he was working on one of her recipes while another bubbled on the stove.

        "I mean, don't get me wrong–I'm such an active guy, the rest of Poison and even my kids can have a hard Time keeping up with me occasionally," he chuckled. "But I dunno that even I could go up and down that Cliff all the Time just to make a run to the store for something."