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The Queen gazed at his bed. He sipped
his coffee as he tried to find a tuft of Mearr's beautiful red hair
amongst the pile of blankets.
"She seems to be resting well, my
Queen."
The Queen slowly looked up the twink
standing in front of him. No, not a twink really because Tommy was
too old for that. But his boy's fragility always touched him so
deeply.
He pulled on Tommy's hands until his boy
knelt between his legs. "I love you, my sweet, baby boy. I take
it you were able to get everything Karl suggested?"
"Yes, my Queen. All put away."
Tommy laid his head on The Queen's jean-covered thigh.
"Things running well at the
mansion?" He dragged his fingers through Tommy's soft black
locks.
"Yes, my Queen. Between Abrecan
keeping everything under control and Ely in his element making
plans." Tommy brushed his fingers over The Queen's other leg.
"Have you eaten yet today, my Queen? Let me make you something?"
The Queen grinned. "Am I looking
that haggard that you are so solicitous?"
Tommy blushed, the red flowering high
over his cheekbones. "Not exactly, my Queen. I mean, not worse
than first time Erik was teething."
The Queen shuddered; a teething child
was not good at all, but he refused to pull the rich person's "leave
it all for the nanny."
