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Meg & Miiri: Moms That Stick Together
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Meg & Miiri: Moms That Stick Together

Miiri observed the progress of the tiny figure that approached her, which was wearing a faded red hooded zip-front sweater so large on his small frame that it almost appeared as though the garment itself had come to life. The hem of the hoodie was low enough for his dingy white Velcro-laced shoes to trip on, which was why each series of rapid footfalls was punctuated by his falling flat on the ground, in a pattern that sounded like: PatterpatterpatterpatterWHUMP, patterpatterpatterpatterWHUMP, patterpatterpatterpatterWHUMP …

Finally, the mini-mystery reached where Miiri was sitting, and flung his arms wide to reveal that he’d tied the pull-strings of the sweater’s hood around his neck, to wear it like a cape. Oliver Hastings narrowed his wide eyes and opened his teething mouth, clearly intending his stare and smile to appear sinister and predatory, but his attempt at affecting malevolence was mitigated slightly by the fact that he was a toddler wearing a canary yellow shirt and fire engine red overalls.

“Hsss,” Ollie hissed gleefully at Miiri, holding the hems of his unzipped hoodie as he raised his stubby arms and stalked toward her on squat legs. She cocked an eyebrow, unimpressed but amused nonetheless.

“You’re supposed to be scared,” Meggan Foxxx smirked, as she knelt down behind Ollie to wrap her arms around him and squeeze his midsection as she kissed his cheek. He scowled and squirmed in protest, seeking to escape her embrace. “Oh, yes, you’re so grown up that you can’t stand to have your momma hug you,” Meg teased, before turning back to Miiri. “He saw Dracula, the black-and-white one with Bela Lugosi, so now, he thinks he has to be a vampire. It’s a phase.”

Miiri ran her fingers through Ollie’s peach-fuzz hair. He responded by raising one of his arms across his face, while still clutching the hem of his hoodie like Dracula’s cape, and narrowing his eyes as he hissed again.

“Oh, hiss, hiss!” Meg tickled Ollie, eliciting shrieking squeals from him. “I already brought up one little boy who thought he was a scary vampire, but he wasn’t as scary as he thought he was, either.” She let him go, and the two mothers watched him try to frighten Glory, who instead sniffed at him curiously and licked his face affectionately.

“They are … their mother’s sons,” Miiri concluded. “Oliver and Dreamcatcher. They are thoroughly your sons.”

“Momma’s boys, you mean?” Meg winked, before ribbing Miiri. “I hear your boy put the moves on his teacher.”

Miiri stifled a chuckle, before her brow creased in consideration. “Boys were neither taught nor raised to manhood by women on Caph. In that sense, it could be said that no Caphan man was ever truly his mother’s son. Your son was, perhaps, the first man I had ever met who had been made a man by the women in his life.”

“And you’re wondering whether you’re up to the task with Griff,” Meg discerned.

“Caph was the world of my birth and upbringing, but Earth is the world I have chosen as my home,” Miiri declared. “I shall always remember the culture from which I came, but I need no longer subscribe to the traditions of that culture which would limit my life. I am a free woman, an Earth woman, and I will take part in the raising and teaching of my own children, but I will not do them the disservice of being ill-prepared to do so.”

“Ain’t nobody that’s ever had any kind of reliable road map for this job, whether they were black, white, brown, pink, red, yellow, tan or even green,” Meg shook her head with a grin. “It’s clichéd as all hell, but it still holds true … you just do the best you know how, and hope like hell it all turns out okay in the end. Besides, it ain’t like your kids don’t got another mom and a dad, much less an entire extended family, that’s got your back.”

Spaz the Chupacabra sprinted past, fleeing from a giggling Ollie.

“I’d better stop him before he tortures that poor thing,” Meg groaned, as she rose from her seat. “See, compared to what’s coming up, this age is actually pretty peaceful. It’s one holy hell of a lot less awkward than, say, meeting your son’s girlfriend from a past life, who’s old enough to be your own grandma.”

“Thank you for your sisterhood,” Miiri clasped Meg’s hand in her own, before blushing and adding, “and also … for your companionship. As of late, you have been a welcome guest in my bedchambers, which had been lonely for far too long before. Solitary pleasure can occasionally serve as a momentarily effective relief, but one eventually requires the full release of shared pleasure.”

“Same time tonight, then?” Meg made sure. “Us moms gotta stick together, after all.”


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