Chapter 9
The very first time my resolve was tested, I failed miserably.
After more than a month of living together, things were going well. Except for the fact that Sol thought I was a slob. We’d had more than one argument because I hadn’t made my bed, or had left a glass or my jacket out without immediately taking care of it.
But we were working on it. I was trying to be better about picking up after myself, and he was trying to relax when we were in our quarters. It wasn’t easy and the littlest thing seemed to set him off these days, but since he was three months along, and had only four to six weeks left before he delivered, I cut him some slack. Even if there was a part of me that really thought he was picking fights on purpose. Ssarften didn’t seem as influenced by hormones as som
