"Spoilsport," Hild said, playfully pouting, warm fondness in her voice despite the choice of word. The dream was, step by step, becoming reality, and this step brought them so close that her blood was singing for them to run ahead, claim what was theirs and let the rest sort itself out afterward.

Fuck escrow.

She took a spin around the master bedroom, reveling in the open space, thinking of a large bed and lazy mornings and sun streaming through open windows, the scent of flowers and earth and life on the wind.

"Okay, let's give Krem his roll in the hay."