<span style="color: #a64dff">“Well if I cross paths with the bun… tuku again I’ll bring you a trophy. But I will also heed Jass’ warning and not going chasing after it.” </span><br/><br/>For the first time since giving birth Amere would wake up without being in Ras’ arms. He was still in bed beside her, but he was sitting up and Ashia’s Black hatchling was sitting on his lap as he created tiny hats and clothes to put her in. Amere would see the three Whites curled up at the foot of the bed all with little, knit hats and sleeping peacefully. “Good morning, my love. Sleep well?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>