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“We’ll wash up,” Erik said heavily, backing away and letting Trey have his fun.

“That’s why we don’t want him cooking,” Rom groaned. “Because whoever cooks doesn’t have to clean.”

“Rom and Erik hate washing dishes,” Bev giggled, standing beside Ri to watch her men. “So they’ve figured out how to make almost everything using only the bare minimum of utensils and pans.”

“And the last time Trey cooked in my kitchen,” Jace growled from the island, having admitted defeat himself, “He nearly burned our home down!”

“That was thirty years ago, you ass,” Trey called with a grin. “Let it go.”

“And it was Mom’s house, not yours,” Hunter pointed out, just to needle his brother.

“Yes, but we were all living there at the time!” Jace stormed. “Someone could have been killed.”

“Hey, I was the only one hurt,” Trey said. “Everyone else was down by the pond, fishing, if you recall.”

“I have a question,” Ri said, cocking her head and looking at Trey with confusion. He looked up, his eyebrows raised. “If you’re a master chef, why in the world didn’t you guys have leavened bread? That makes no sense to me.”

He colored, looking at Jace. The physician scratched his head. Hunter snorted, waiting for their answer.

“I didn’t think to try to catch wild yeast,” Trey finally admitted. “We had starters, just like you made, back home, for our bread. And of course I know how to use and maintain a starter, I just never thought about catching yeast. We didn’t have a good sugar equivalent until yesterday.” He shrugged helplessly. “I thought we were pretty much never going to have bread like this again.”

“You mean with all your masters programs, all your considerable intelligences, and your advanced technology, you guys couldn’t come up with one little yeast to grow?”

“When you say it like that, it sounds… well, not very smart.” Trey grinned sheepishly. Then he sobered a bit. “Besides, warriors train hard and back home we tend to save bread this good, all those tasty treats, for special occasions with our families. We have had so little to celebrate over the past decade that being able to make this kind of bread was… unimportant.”

“Oh,” Ri sighed softly, her eyes tearing up. Trey saw the tears and started shaking his head in alarm.

“It’s all right, Commander Ri!” he said, hurrying to reassure her. “It’s all right. This is a reason to celebrate! You and Bev, the babes on the way…
this
is a reason to break bread, as you put it, and it far outshines any other celebration we’ve had here, over the years. You and Bev make this special, make us a true family again.”

“The other men will feel the same way,” Hunter told her quietly, holding her close as she sobbed. Damned pregnancy hormones! “And truly, we did not search for sugar or yeast simply because back home, those things are special and reserved for the women’s arts. You will see, once you start learning more about our traditions. In the meantime, let us enjoy dinner as a family, with a proper dessert for the first time since we left Thorsan!”

The men cheered the idea, then moved the coffee table out of the kitchen and tried to keep up with Trey as he dirtied one dish, then another. The smells he created, though, had Bev and Ri salivating. Chelsea gathered her precious batch of starter and headed home to hopefully create bread herself. The men teased and tortured one another, and at some point there was a sudden outbreak of flying legumes, though when questioned by the matrons in the room, the origination of said vegetable missiles could not be ascertained. Seeing that they were not needed, Ri and Bev removed themselves to the living area, settling on the couch with a good view of the men.

“They’re just so… pretty,” Bev sighed, sipping on her third glass of muskywine that Erik thoughtfully brought over to them.

“That they are,” Ri grinned, leaning her head against Bev’s shoulder. Bev sighed happily and leaned her cheek on Ri’s head. They sat like that as the men all joined in to help Trey finish dinner. Though the meal was a delight to the senses, everyone rushed through it, just to get to dessert.

Ri was given honorary goddess status that evening, in honor of her sticky buns.

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

 

 

Arianna explained the concept of a rest day to Hunter and Jace, who embraced the idea, now that they had reason to want to stay home for a day or two and spend time with their mate. It was during one of these ‘weekends’ that Arianna, Hunter, and Jace were enjoying a leisurely breakfast in bed after a night of incredible sexual indulgence. The men were hand-feeding Arianna, ‘accidentally’ dropping fruit on her naked body or squeezing juice onto her nipples and chasing down the sweet, sticky drops. Ri giggled and pretended to fend them off, getting her own little caresses in, as well.

Her tongue was chasing down a rivulet of the intoxicating juice on Hunter’s cock as Jace was testing the saltiness of her core, for science of course, by inserting a firm piece of fruit into her body and using his mouth to tongue the fruit out and savor its flavor with her essence on it. Just as they were all about to forget the food and just enjoy each other, a frantic pounding on the door of their quarters had both men leaping from the bed and hurrying into the living area. Arianna, a bit too befuddled to hurry, wrapped a blanket around her body and sighed in frustration.

Rest periods were a nice thought, but that kind of interruption happened often. She decided that being mated to the two top-ranking warriors meant no rest for them if a true problem arose. Occasionally, the knocking was for her, one of the girls with a question or a desperate need for reassurance about her pregnancy, or a complaint about Amy. Ri got used to it, but she didn’t have to like it. More often than not, she would get all worked up, then spend the next hour trying to calm down, as one emergency or another called away the men.

And she could not get enough of her boys. Pregnancy hormones had her horny all the damn time, and while Hunter had no problem with this, Jace was run ragged with the constant worries and questions from the young ladies who were expecting but had never been around pregnant women or babies. This frankly baffled the medic. His society made sure that youngsters were comfortable caring for their younger siblings, cousins, and friends. Once a girl reached the age of seven or eight, she could be trusted to change and feed babies, and at ten, she could watch the younger kids and take care of them on her own.

But he had to remind himself, often, that their societies were very different. When he finally broached the subject to Hunter, the older brother merely shrugged and suggested they talk to Arianna.

“Well, in my society, there are so many germs, illnesses, and evil people that enjoy hurting children, most moms and dads keep their babies very close to them, and trust very few with their care. It’s against the law to leave children with anyone below the age of twelve years. I guess the days of growing up knowing how to take care of children is passing by. Too many of our women, and men, learned to raise children by reading books, instead of asking their elders.”

The men shot looks of shock at each other then grinned at her.

“What?” she asked, suspicious. Hunter chuckled.

“How would you like to teach a class on the matter?” he asked. She took a moment to think about it. Hunter mistook her silence for something else, though, and straightened from the kitchen counter. “You do know how to care for a babe, do you not?”

“Of course I do!” she rushed to assure him. “I had a big family at one point, remember? I helped raise my little cousins, my brothers and sisters… I honestly can’t remember a time when I didn’t know how to prepare a bottle or change a diaper. Mom said I changed my first diaper when my brother was born. I was three years old.”

A pang of grief hit her then, as she thought about her family, the void in her soul that their loss had created, and the fact that even though she’d been kidnapped, there was no one left to miss her, other than friends. And now that she was pregnant herself, she missed her aunts, and her cousins who’d already had children. But most of all, she keenly missed her mother, who would have been delighted to finally be a grandmother. She would have been by Arianna’s side in a moment, if she could. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones that were making her more emotional, or maybe it was just that she finally felt safe enough to bare her soul, but Arianna couldn’t stop her tears, and for the first time since the accident, she felt like she wanted to share the grief, to get it out. Hunter already knew, and that had helped a little. Jace would listen, as well, as many times as she wanted to talk about it. She knew that they had once had large families that they loved deeply and missed just as much as she missed hers.

“Ri?” Hunter asked, his face pale from the grief he felt in her. Even knowing her story, having seen it for himself and heard it from her, the sorrow was overwhelming. She shook her head, forcing a smile.

“It’s in the past, Hunter,” she said softly. “It happened a long time ago. It doesn’t matter now. All that matters is us, our baby, and the new lives we’re making.”

The men exchanged uneasy looks at that, but allowed her to get away with not letting her grief out. Perhaps if they had not already known, they would have been more insistent. Healing took time, and everyone was different. She would talk about it when she was ready, and they wouldn’t force the issue.

Taking their cue from her and changing the subject, they sat down and made lists of what needed to be covered in a class about being pregnant and having babies, then more about what the new families would need. While the men generally had a clue about the needs of their families, the girls were thinking only of the cute little outfits they could make, not of the piles of diapers and sturdy everyday clothing that would need to be made for about thirty children.

It was evident that Hunter, Jace, and Arianna had an uphill battle almost from the start. The girls, though eager to have the babies, were not nearly as interested in learning what would happen to their bodies, nor were they worried about what could happen since the babies would surely be larger than they would normally expect back on Earth. The men were huge, everything about them was huge. It only stood to reason that their babies would also be rather large, and Arianna needed to prepare the girls for that possibility.

Alarmingly, most of the girls had not one clue about the messes babies could make. They mostly seemed to have an idea that they would be getting cuddly little bundles of joy, and weren’t ready to hear about how much work those bundles would be. Hadn’t any of them watched sitcoms with babies in them?

Finally, Hunter instructed his men to take their women in hand, and through a rather graphic computer slide-show, he shocked the girls into sitting down, shutting up, and paying attention. At last, the girls listened to Arianna. A few, timidly at first, asked her questions that Arianna felt most women should know by the time they were twenty, but then, most women didn’t grow up in families as large as hers, and to be fair, most of the girls were barely twenty themselves. So she plastered a smile on her face, took her patience firmly in hand, and answered everything as best she could.

By the end of the first day, she was exhausted, mentally and physically, but felt good about their progress. She’d promised to start teaching the girls to knit and crochet little layettes for the babies, while Hunter scheduled a series of workshops for the men, so that small groups would be using the woodworking equipment at a time, making cradles, high chairs, and other furniture that the babes would need.

Jace, not to be left out, decided to hold classes on what the women could expect during their pregnancies, how to care for newborns, common issues, and most importantly, when to bug the medical staff and when things were just normal and could be handled at home.

Most of the men wanted to do things the old-fashioned way for their culture, which meant only the family group would be present at the birth, the baby being born into its father’s hands and introduced to the other ‘dads’ in the family before anyone outside the family group got to bond with the child. It was apparently a very important aspect of their belief system, and it took the concerted efforts of Ri, Jace, Hunter, and Trey to convince the girls that they did not need a full medical staff and doctors around them when they gave birth, unless there were problems.

Jace reminded them all that each team had a medic that was fully trained for emergency situations, which included childbirth. And if there were issues, the med center was close enough that the women could be taken there quickly and easily, and Jace and his staff could handle it from there.

The first day’s workshop ended on that note, with the girls looking a bit apprehensive. Hunter and Arianna pooled their mental abilities to cast a wide ‘net’ of reassurance over the women, but realized that they might have to keep doing that for awhile before some of the girls believed it.

That evening, tired as hell, Arianna let Hunter rub her back and shoulders as Jace massaged her burning, aching feet. She laughed ruefully at herself, leaning back against Hunter’s chest.

“What is it, little one?” he asked in her ear, rubbing deeply into the muscles that led from her shoulders to her neck. She moaned in pleasure.

“I’m not even two months along yet,” she said, “And already my back hurts and my feet are killing me!”

“You have not stood in one place for as long as you did today, in a long while,” Jace reminded her. His long, strong fingers on her feet were working wonders. He had the most amazing hands.

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