An excerpt from my upcoming short story about Grim and Lisa's first Holiday.
Twas the night before the Festival and all through the House not a creature was stirring….

Lisa stood silently in the doorway of the girls resting chamber, her head leaning against its frame as she listened to Grim’s deep gruff voice. It was always so soft and gentle when he told the girls their bedtime story about the Great Raptor; it had become their nightly ritual, Grim’s and the girls. The girls would wait impatiently for him to return for third meal, when he finally did they would run to him, showering him with hugs and kisses.

During the meal, they would chatter like little magpies, telling him about every moment of their day, what they had done, where they had gone, whom they had talked to and Grim listened to their every word, never once growing impatient with them. When they finished eating, the girls would rush into their room to get ready for bed and with laughter and giggles; they would jump into their bed and wait for Grim to come tell them a story.

No matter what else was going on inside Luanda, no matter the problems, the stresses or the demands, Grim always made time for his daughters and they flourished under his attention.

Lisa ran a gentle hand over her stomach, a stomach that was already swelling with Grim’s child. She hadn't shown like this with the girls until she was at least five months along and while she had been surprised, Grim had been amazed.

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