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“I’m all in favor of practice, but only practice,” she added with mock severity as her hand drifted down over his cock. “Perhaps we can practice again tonight. Assuming your son decides to sleep for at least a few hours.”
His shaft stiffened as it always did at her touch but just as he bent his head to kiss her someone knocked firmly on the door. Nicholsarian.
“I will answer it,” he said, handing the baby back just in case Nicholsarian immediately went on the offensive.
At first glance, the ambassador did not look any different, as icily perfect as ever, but then a small curly head appeared next to his leg.
“Hi. I’m Lottie. Do you have any cookies?”
He saw Nicholsarian give a resigned sigh, and he couldn’t help smiling. Perhaps it was going to be all right after all. An hour later, he was almost sure of it. Nicholsarian also had a human wife, a human daughter, and a new baby. They had taken Lottie - and a tray of cookies - to play with the other children while their mates became acquainted. Jenna and Katerina were chatting comfortably, rocking the babies, when Nicholsarian rose.
“Let us go for a walk.”
His earlier trepidation returned, but he gave his mate a reassuring smile as he rose to join the ambassador. They emerged into the warm evening. In silent accord they turned towards the back of the trading post and away from the activity in the public areas. Neither one of them spoke until they reached the fields behind the outpost.
“I apologize for hiding on your ship,” he said finally.
“It was not correct Tandroki behavior.” Nicholsarian’s voice was absolutely neutral.
“No, it was not. But then I have never been a very satisfactory Tandroki warrior, as you were quick to point out.”
“Did I? I do not remember making any such statement.”
“You were constantly correcting me.”
“Indeed, because I believed you had potential. If I did not, I would not have bothered.”
He came to an abrupt halt and Nicholsarian took another step before turning to face him.
“You thought I had potential? You didn’t think that I was unworthy because of my heritage?”
The other male sighed. “Jackasarian, are you familiar with my lineage?”
Now that he thought about it, he’d never heard anyone mention it and he slowly shook his head.
“I was a child of the streets. What right did I have to judge lineage? What I did have was the right to judge behavior.”
The year in which he had served as Nicholsarian’s attaché suddenly took on a whole new perspective.
“I thought you were going to dismiss me,” he admitted.
“Not at all. My only intention was to turn you into a perfect Tandroki warrior.” Nicholsarian looked back at the lights of the outpost and smiled. “I do not believe that either of us fits that description anymore.”
“Do you regret that?”
“Never. This life can be challenging, and even painful, but I would not have missed one second of it.”
He thought of his mate and his children, of their cozy home and his ongoing plans to make it better, and the peaceful, uncontrolled valley that surrounded them.
“I have no regrets either.”
“Then it appears that everything has worked out for the best. Shall we return to our families?”
“I can think of nothing I would like better,” he said sincerely, and together they made their way back through the gentle warmth of the summer evening to his home.
