Trelon glanced around the living room, before looking down his body. His shirt was hanging down, his pants were around his ankles, his boots were lying on the floor – partially eaten – the living room was once again a cluttered mess of toys and varying shades of little girl clothing and – he couldn’t be more content with his life. Returning his attention to Cara, Trelon’s expression softened when he saw her searching gaze. He lifted his hand and cupped her soft cheek.
“No, it wasn’t so bad,” he agreed, bending to brush a kiss across her lips. “How long do you think we’ve got before the others send out a search party for us?”
Cara’s seductive chuckle mixed with his. “Long enough,” she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck. “What do you have in mind?”
“More babies,” he remarked with
