Cassiopeia's View Are you sick of all the tags yet?

Maybe he would never find another lady to shack up with, but Phox knew he really did have all he needed right here. Platonically co-parenting her kids and getting to be their phother filled a lot of what he was looking for in life. He only wished he could share it with Maxim, too. But he tried not to dwell on it.

And then, a task. Return to Epoch and see what Tamar thought of the idea. Phox sucked in a breath, thinking the last time he'd been formally ordered to do anything was back when he was with Mereo.

-Yeah. I'll set out tomorrow morning and see what Fig wants to do, too.- The darkness had all but settled in, and Phox was pretty sure he heard one of the kids snoring already, belly full. -Guess I should get some sleep. Wanna cuddle?- he asked, finding a soft spot and leaving a spot open in case the answer was yes.