He managed to sneak out the door without, as far as he could tell, waking Kiza and made his way down the stairs.He managed to sneak out the door without, as far as he could tell, waking Kiza and made his way down the stairs. Naiza was already at work in the kitchen. "Garth, you are awake!" "Yeah," he smiled. "Kiza was kind to you last night, I take it? A good friend?" Garth nodded, blushing slightly. The smell of food grabbed his attention and Naiza noticed. "You want some breakfast?" "Could you?" "Of course I can!" she said. "Here, you sit. I will get." Garth pulled one of the old wooden chairs out from under the table and sat down. Naiza rummaged through a variety of cabinets, at least one of which was visibly refrigerated. Ten minutes later she dropped a plate in front of him, complete with some pinkish meat and a mass of yellow that he assumed to be eggs. Overcoming some initial hesitation, he began eating with gusto, feeling suddenly hungry and enjoying the taste Naiza had prepared. As he ate, Kiza walked through the door, yawning. "G'morning." "Ah, child!" Naiza placed another plate on the table so quickly Garth had the sneaking suspicion she had had advanced warning that Kiza was already awake. "You sleep well?" "Momma?" Kiza said. "I have something to tell you." "Yes?" "Is father around?" "He is attending a failing pump, Kiza. You can tell me." "Momma, I think I'm erolie." Naiza paused. "You think, Kiza?" Kiza nodded. "I'm pretty sure. It only works with fems, Momma." "But what about Garth here? He seems such a nice mel." Kiza leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder and squeezing his arm. "Garth is a nice mel, Momma. One of the nicest I've ever met." Garth felt a small surge of pride run through him. "But when I think about settling down, or sharing, or loving, it's a fem, Momma." Naiza nodded. "You still want children, then?" "Of course I want children, Momma. |