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Achilles hugged her. “Good. You need a slow pregnancy.”
“I need a slower life. Those deadlines for new copy are killing me. Now, let’s let the guys with the babies back in here, and someone start warming bottles. No way are Persy’s tits going to keep up with it.”
Persy laughed. “Go and rest. Come back tomorrow?”
“You betcha.”
Dante snorted. “Enough. Congratulations, Persy.”
Achilles grinned. “Congratulations, Persephone.”
Achilles picked Keres up, and Dante opened the door, sending in Than and Mateo. The doctor, midwife, and doula were taking care of the placentas. Persy was being walked to the bathroom by Armand, and Mateo handed his daughter over to Armand and did the one thing that he hadn’t. He was taking care of their mate.
Keres sighed and thrust a finger upward. “Home, Jeeves!”
Dante chuckled and said, “Fine. Will you open a doorway and bring the cars?”
“Of course, dearest.”
Achilles carried her outside, and she made them a portal. The cars disappeared, and they walked through light.
They were relaxing in bed, and Keres breathed slowly. “Four nieces. It’s a good thing that those omegas all have some nice and creepy alphas to take care of them. Owen can bake cookies.”
“What will your sister be doing?”
She laughed. “Calling us or picking up a submachine gun. You never know with her.” She sighed. “I am still a better tank driver.”
Dante smiled. “I really want to see that.”
Keres yawned. “Unless you have a handy tank, that isn’t going to happen.”
“If you say so.”
Achilles rubbed her shoulder and bicep. “You did so well today.”
“Stop appealing to my praise kink. I won’t be capable for a few weeks.”
“You know it won’t take longer than a week.”
Keres laughed. “Yeah, I do, but I am going to visit my sister and her quad frequently until I start irritating her guys.”
Achilles cuddled her close. “I have another gallery opening, and some of my pieces are being put in the museum right before the solstice.”
Dante cleared his throat. “I have tickets to the Patchwork Pixie on ice for the nineteenth.”
Keres gasped. “Oh, I haven’t seen that since I was ten. Do they still do it?”
“Yeah. It is performed by volunteers, so it isn’t really a serious thing but still fun to watch.”
Keres looked at him. “Is it indoor, outdoor?”
“Indoor at an arena. Some of the hockey players have volunteered to take part, and I hear that the results are hilarious.”
Achilles smiled. “That sounds like fun. A nice evening out, as us.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yes. All of our finery. There will probably be a few photographs the morning after, but we can weather it.”
