Zion Salah/Scaled Justice
Hello to you too, Space Husband! How may I share my expertise with you today?
Siiiigh…
I need to know how to keep a child alive.
The reply wasn’t quite as quick. The three dots appeared and disappeared a few times, followed by a silence so long, I assumed the clan leader had stepped away to deal with family business.
Unfortunately for me,thisfamily business now had his undivided attention.
Zion Salah/Scaled Justice
Any particular reason you’re asking, Star Hopper?
I frowned at my phone screen, unsure why I was suddenly receiving the supe version of a light warning when it was a perfectly acceptable question.
Because you have managed to maintain your offspring’s existence for 10 Earthling years.
Zion Salah/Scaled Justice
Okay, well, an Earthling kid might be a little different than… whatever you’re dealing with up there, but the basics are probably the same.
I huffed, beyond annoyed I was being forced toarticulateexactly what I needed. Then, I reminded myself the countless blows to the head from Zion’s former profession were no doubt affecting his comprehension skills.
And the Lacertus DNA isn’t helping.
With a deep breath, I tried again.
Understanding what you consider “basics” will help me formulate a plan of action.
My phone abruptly rang, and my mild annoyance at the interruption morphed into horror once I realized Zion wascallingme.
The things I do for my stellar collision.
“How the hell did no one clock you as an alien while you were here?” The eldest Salah’s booming laugh rattled my eardrums as soon as I answered. “Your texts sound like a broken-down robot learning tohuman.”
“Just share the intel, Justice,” I growled, tempted to star hop back to Earth and interrogate the hero properly.
Another way I usually relax.
All this did was earn me another laugh. “Cool your jets, space boy. Okay, so Earthling babies survive on breast milk or formula for the first six months. Carbs, fat, protein. Then, you slowly introduce solid foods, but it’s gotta be stuff they can easily swallow, since they have no teeth.”
No teeth?!
I narrowed my eyes, realizing perhaps the supposed “basics” were not quite as universal as this so-called expert had claimed.
“The asset has two rows of fangs,” I countered before switching to an alternate angle. “Is there anything other than feeding and watering I should know about?”
Zion was silent for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing. “Some parents swear by co-sleeping?—”
“No,” I brusquely interrupted, becauseno onewas getting between me and my mate in bed.
Even if a certain twin is occasionally allowed to play with us on a limited basis.
“Someone needs a nap, huh?” Zion chuckled before wisely refocusing when I didn’t share his humor. “Okaaay… so an important part of raising kids isenrichment.”
Against my better judgement, I had to ask. “Enrichment?”
