Yves stood at the entrance of the cave, looking out. What a beautiful day! Sunny and bright and just like any other, except different in every possible way.
He was a father. Again. He hardly believed it possible, hadn't believed it when Sandhya declared she was pregnant, but now... now it was real. He had four sons. Four! His chest swelled with pride and he restrained the urge to run back inside and coo over them like... like...
An idiot with sunstroke. Yes, that's exactly how's he acting! Arbalète pushed herself to run faster yet, to keep going, to run around the entire perimeter of the territory. It even her turn for duty, it was just, it was just...
Uncles! Four of them! And they were all younger than her, it just wasn't fair.
It wasn't fair at all. Gaspard sulked deep in the depths of the cave, wishing he could have gone out with Arbie. Why'd he have to stay? He wasn't that little.
