Moonspear All of the places we ever go

Well, damn. That was a confession Bridget hadn’t been expecting. Your secret’s safe with me. Doctor patient privelidge. The last bit was a clear joke, but her expression was clearly grateful. She didn’t think Towhee realized how much it helped, knowing she had another friend out here to talk things through with openly. And she wasn’t sure how to put it into words without it feeling weirdly put-upon. Thanks wasn’t really necessary when the sharing was mutual.

She laughed outright, and louder, when Towhee talked about her having kids. Oh gods, no. Sorry. Imagine it! She couldn’t. I’m as gay as you are straight. I loved being an aunt to Teya’s, when I got the chance, but there’s no way I’ll end up with kids of my own. It just isn’t going to happen. Not biologically. And she didn’t think otherwise, either. The idea of sharing didn’t put her off as much as it had in the past, but to share with a mate, the father of their children… it felt too invasive. Too much like she would be the outsider in that situation, looking in at something she had no business being a part of.

I just need to find myself a bona-fide spinster. Until then, I’ll settle for having the job of my dreams, I guess. Life could be a hell of a lot worse, all things considered.