and, tonight, the only 'uck' word you're interested in is suck."
The babysitters stared at him like they weren't sure he'd been listening to himself speak. Finally Elsbeth laughed. "Sure thing, Ram. We'll concentrate on sucking until you get back."
Finnemore blushed.
Elora pinched Ram, who said, "Ow. What?"
They got a picture of the two of them taken in front of the tree at Rockefeller Center as a pair who was an official couple.
What a difference a year had made. The mission of Black Swan knights to eradicate vampire had transformed from kill to cure. They had retired, had a mating-wedding-handfasting, and a baby. They had bought an Irish farm and renovated the house then been forced to flee back to Jefferson Unit where it all started. As they smiled for the photo, Elora was thinking. Here we are. Full circle.
On the way to Bloomingdale's they passed by the little storefront where the gypsy fortune teller had so accurately predicted Elora's future. It was empty and dark. No sign or indication that the space was occupied. She had planned to stop and insisted they scour a four block area just to be sure they hadn't misremembered the location. Elora looked disappointed. It wasn't really logical, because her own sister-in-law was probably much more talented as a seer. She could go to Song anytime, but it wouldn't be the same.
Ram pulled her away from passersby and gave her his best little sexy crooked smile. He linked her arm under his. "Come now, my darlin' girl. Stay close. Warm me up and take me to shopaholic heaven. The future is ours to make and we're goin' to make the most of it. Startin' right now."
There was an unmistakable light in her eyes when she looked up at him. She pressed her body into his side as she nestled her cold nose into the crook of his warm neck. "I love you, Ram."
Just something about the way those words were put together never failed to make him smile. He didn't think he would ever get enough of hearing that. "Thin's change, Elora. Gypsies come and go, but by Paddy, there's one thin' that will no' change."
She stopped him right there on the city sidewalk and gave him the kiss he deserved.
It was just after midnight when they opened the door to their newly renovated living space. They would have been back ten minutes sooner, but Elora had pulled Ram close just outside their door. She intended to give him a "thank you" kiss for planning such a romantic, sentimental, and memorable first date anniversary, but Ram caught the sparks she was throwing off and they had gotten lost in heavy breathing and groping in the hallway.
When Sir Clivemoor whistled as he came down the hall, Ram pulled back and whispered, "Inside 'tis a very comfortable place where we can be naked and horizontal in private."
Elora concurred.
Elsbeth and Finnemore were sitting on the sofa talking. They were close together and holding hands, but everyone was dressed. Ram and Elora, on the other hand, stumbled in looking flushed as teenagers getting caught making out. They thanked Elsbeth and Finn, checked on Helm, and fell into bed laughing quietly so as not to disturb their sleeping baby.
The next morning, they were having breakfast in the solarium. As always, Helm caused a stir. Ram and Elora took turns grabbing bites and chewing between graciously thanking people for saying Helm was gorgeous. Helm loved the attention. He flirted with everyone, returning coos and giggles on cue.
Blackie sat by the baby carriage and watched the goings on with keen interest. He really didn't care for so many people coming so close to his baby. He tolerated the women with an aloof disinterest befitting his position as "most magnificent dog in the world". He tolerated the men so long as they kept their hands to themselves. Reaching toward Helm earned them a concentrated focus and a low growl. If pressed, he would put his nose on an outstretched hand and bump, which was an overt display of aggression. The guys who were smart changed their
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