Journal Entry 031/0477 I felt a soft, furry cheek against mine, and woke to the familiar sensation of P'nyssa's lips against mine.Journal Entry 031/0477 I felt a soft, furry cheek against mine, and woke to the familiar sensation of P'nyssa's lips against mine. "Hi," I said in a soft croak. "Hello," she said, quietly. "How are you feeling?" I stretched and felt the limits of my just-awakened body assert themselves. "I feel like I just woke up," I said quietly. Somewhere in the back of my head I heard a sound, like water running in the sink. It suddenly dawned on me that P'raine was in the bathroom. "P'nyssa... about last night." "Hmm?" She said, sliding off the edge of the bed and opening the blinds. "I can't." "Can't what?" she asked. "I can't sleep with P'raine." "Why not?" she asked, genuine emotion in her voice. "P'nyssa, we are talking about the girl whose diapers I changed. We are talking about the girl who first called me 'Vava.' We are talking about P'raine, who cried in my arms at her sixth birthday because no boys showed up. We are talking about our daughter, for Set's sake. Not my adoptive daughter, not my foster daughter, but yours and my child. We're talking about P'raine." "We're also talking about the child who cried in your arms when her brother hit her; Her brother, your son, who you had no objection to last night." "That was last night; that was after the fact, anyway." "You still didn't have any objections to it." "Just because I didn't say. |