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Me when I first saw Xavier Dolls: Oh no

Mor tipped the bottle of wine upside down, shaking it as if there might be more in the bottom of it. Sighing, she leaned against Az. He shifted his shoulders to accommodate her, running a hand over her hair and pressing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Az?”

“Yes, Morrigan?”

“Why is there no more wine?”

“You drank it all, remember?”

Another sigh. “Oh, yeah.” Her feet swung back and forth and she hummed for a moment. Mor put a hand on his thigh and pushed herself up with effort to turn and look at him. “Az?”

“Yes, Morrigan?”

She placed her hands on his face. “I have something to tell you.”

“OK.” He pulled her closer so he could wrap his arms around her waist.

“I just…” she paused. “I really like wine. I think we should buy more.”

“OK, we can do that.” She moved to put her head back on his shoulder.

“Morrigan, can I tell you something?”

She responded with a sleepy mm-hmmm, keeping her position on his shoulder.

“I love you.”

Nesta was struggling to get her key in the lock of the front door when a rustling came from the bushes.

Narrowing her eyes, her heart slowed when she realized that what she heard was the mewling of kittens. It sped up again when she understood what would happen when Mor found out that a litter of kittens was nearby.

When she finally opened the door, she went straight to the kitchen, stopping momentarily to kiss Mor on the cheek. She grabbed a bowl of milk and headed back to the front door, waiting for the questioning to begin.

“What’s going on? What are you doing with that, Ness?” Mor set her book down and stood, following Nesta to the front door.

“We have kittens outside, Mor. There are three of them. I don’t see the mom so I’m going to feed them.”

“Oh, she had her kittens?!” Mor exclaimed.

Nesta paused. “You knew she was out there? And pregnant?”

“Well, yeah. I’ve been feeding her.”

“Mor, you shouldn’t, we should take her to the vet, and get her fixed. We’ll take the kittens with us, they can get adopted.”

Mor followed Nesta outside and clapped in delight when she saw the balls of fur wandering around their front porch. She picked up one and began talking to it, petting the tiny grey tabby and making kissing noises. “This one is named Felix. And this one, this can be Samantha.” She scooped up another kitten and rubbed her nose over its fur.

“Mor…” Nesta started to protest. Instead, she picked up the third kitten. “Can I name this one?”

Mor raised an eyebrow, and shrugged. “Of course.”

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