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Day 57 - Dawn
The cocoons began cracking simultaneously, which was either cosmic timing or the girls coordinating even while unconscious. Knowing them, probably the latter.
I was on my feet immediately, exhaustion forgotten. Everyone else surged forward too, my entire chaotic family crowding around to witness the emergence.
Aranyx's cocoon split first, shadow-silk peeling away in strips that dissolved into mist. What emerged made my breath catch.
She was tall. Not adult-tall, but definitely not the small child who'd entered the cocoon. Young teen, maybe thirteen or fourteen equivalent. Her carapace had darkened to true void-black, but now traced with patterns that shouldn't exist on arachnae, ember-glow markings that pulsed like my demonic magic, golden scales that caught light likea mix of Nyx's and my dragon heritage, and an overall shimmer of starlight that spoke to astral weirdness.
Her spider half had grown proportionally, sleek and powerful. Her humanoid torso had matured, looking less child and more young woman. Her hair, still white, now fell past her shoulders with that same starlight shimmer woven through it.
But her eyes. Her multiple eyes were the same warm brown I remembered, currently blinking in confusion as she looked at herself.
"Papa?" Her voice was different. Not child-pitched anymore, but young teenager. Still uncertain though. "Papa, what... why am I so tall?"
Then Dewdrop's cocoon burst open in a shower of starlight.
What flew out made everyone gasp.
She was bigger. Not human-sized or anything, still clearly a fairy, but hand-sized instead of thumb-sized. Her wings had tripled in span, now showing the same mixed heritage as Aranyx: ember-patterns along the edges, golden scales catching light, overall astral shimmer that made her glow.
Her face had matured from toddler-cherubic to young teen, more defined features but still distinctly her. Her dress transformed with her, now fit her new size perfectly.
She looked at her hands, her bigger hands, and her eyes went wide.
"PAPA! I'M BIG! WELL, BIGGER! I'M LIKE, REGULAR FAIRY SIZED NOW INSTEAD OF BABY FAIRY!" She tried to fly, wobbled alarmingly, and I caught her before she crashed. "Whoa! Flying is HARD now! Why is flying hard?!"
"Because you're bigger, sweetheart. Your wings need to adjust."
Aranyx tried to take a step, stumbled, caught herself with spider legs she apparently forgot she had. "This is weird."
Through both bonds, I felt their emotions, excitement mixed with confusion mixed with slight panic mixed with wonder. Both overwhelmed but in that good way where everything was new and strange and theirs.
"You're both beautiful," I said, and my voice cracked slightly because my babies grew up in three days and I wasn't emotionally prepared for this.
"Papa, are you crying?" Dewdrop flew... wobbled... over to investigate. "Why are you crying? This is happy! We're big now! Well, I'm bigger and Aranyx is actually big!"
"I know it's happy. That's why I'm crying."
"That doesn't make sense!"
"Welcome to emotions, sweetheart."
Aranyx was still staring at herself, running hands over her new carapace, testing her spider legs' movement. "I'm a teenager. Papa, I'm a teenager. I skipped like three years!" She looked up with sudden alarm. "Do I have to do teenager things now?! Like... like what even ARE teenager things?!"
"We'll figure it out together."
"But Papa, I don't know how to BE a teenager! I was barely figuring out how to be a kid!" Her voice pitched higher with teenage anxiety that was both heartbreaking and kind of adorable. "What if I'm bad at it?!"
Dewdrop landed on my shoulder, heavier now, I could actually feel her weight, and patted my cheek. "Papa, Aranyx is having a teenage crisis already. Is that normal?"
"Probably?"
"This is so weird," Aranyx repeated, and I heard the teenage emotion in her voice, that particular mixture of overwhelmed and excited and terrified that defined adolescence.
The Claiming
Nyx stepped forward, her dragon eyes soft with emotion I rarely saw her display publicly. She approached Aranyx carefully, giving the newly-transformed girl space to adjust.
"Aranyx," she said, and the use of the new name made the girl look up. "May I speak with you?"
"Um, yes? I mean, you're Nyx, you can always speak with me, you're... " Aranyx caught herself, flushing. "Sorry, I'm babbling. Everything is weird right now."
"I understand. Transformation is overwhelming." Nyx settled into her dragonkin form, making herself less imposing. "I wanted to ask you something important."
"Okay?"
"Knox gave you your name, performed your Naming Ceremony, forged your bond as your father. That's sacred and permanent." Nyx's tail swished with uncharacteristic nervousness. "But arachnae children have two parents traditionally. A father and a mother, both participating in identity formation."
Aranyx nodded slowly, not sure where this was going.
"I would like to claim you as my daughter. Officially. Not replacing your birth mother's memory, but standing as your mother for who you're becoming." Nyx met the girl's multiple eyes. "If you'll have me."
The courtyard went completely silent.
Aranyx stared at Nyx with an expression that cycled through surprise, hope, fear, and then pure joy in about three seconds.
"You... you want to be my mom?" Her voice cracked on the word.
"I do. Very much."
"But I'm not even a real dragon! I'm arachnae with some of Papa's powers but I'm not... "
"You're my mate's daughter. That makes you mine." Nyx's voice was firm. "And more than that... I've watched you grow these past weeks. Watched your kindness, your curiosity, your determination. You're remarkable, Aranyx. I would be honored to call you daughter."
Aranyx made a sound that was half-sob, half-laugh. Then she launched herself at Nyx with all eight limbs, nearly knocking the dragon woman over.
"Yes! Yes, please, I want that, I want a mom, I want you to be my mom!" The words tumbled out in a rush of teenage emotion. "Is that okay? Am I allowed to want that even though my birth mom is gone? Does that make me a bad daughter to her memory?"
"No, sweetling." Nyx wrapped the girl in her arms, wings folding around both of them. "Love doesn't replace love. It adds to it. Your birth mother would want you to have a family who loves you. I'm just grateful I get to be part of that."
Through our bond, I felt Nyx's fierce maternal love, she'd already been attached to Aranyx, but this made it official. Made it real in ways that transcended mere adoption paperwork.
"I claim you," Nyx said formally, pulling back to look at Aranyx's face. "Aranyx, daughter of Knox, daughter of Nyx. You are mine. My child. My responsibility. My pride. Forever."
The magic responded, bonds snapping into place that I could feel, connecting Aranyx to Nyx in ways that mirrored our father-daughter bond. The girl gasped as power flowed through the new connection.
"Whoa. I can feel you. Like, feel you. Your emotions and presence and... " Aranyx laughed, slightly overwhelmed. "This is amazing. I have a mom! I have a dragon mom! This is the coolest thing ever!"
"I'm glad you approve," Nyx said dryly, but her eyes were suspiciously shiny.
Then Kas stepped forward, looking at Dewdrop with an expression of determination mixed with nervousness.
"My turn," she announced.
Dewdrop, who'd been watching the exchange with fascination from my shoulder, perked up. "Your turn for what?"
"To claim a daughter." Kas approached, her usual boundless energy slightly restrained by genuine emotion. "Dewdrop, you're the most enthusiastic, faithful, determinedly optimistic person I've ever met. You believe in people so hard they have no choice but to be better. That's powerful."
"Thank you?" Dewdrop wasn't sure where this was going.
"What I'm saying is... you need a mom. Someone who matches your energy, who understands your enthusiasm, who can teach you how to channel all that faith and determination into something focused." Kas grinned. "Someone who's also kind of a disaster but in a productive way."
"You want to be my mama?!" Dewdrop's voice scaled up with excitement.
"If you'll have me. I know I'm not the most graceful or refined or... "
Dewdrop launched off my shoulder, flying wobbly but determined straight into Kas's chest. "YES! Yes yes yes yes YES! I want you to be my mama! You're the BEST and you're strong and brave and you teach me combat forms even though I'm tiny and you never say I can't do things just because I'm small!"
Kas caught the fairy, now actually big enough to hug properly, and held her close. "Then I claim you. Dewdrop, daughter of Knox, daughter of Kas. You're mine now. My little warrior, my faithful heart, my proof that size doesn't determine strength."
More bonds snapped into place. Dewdrop made a sound of pure joy as she felt the connection form.
"I can feel you too! Mama Kas! You feel like sunshine and determination and punching things with love!" She pulled back, eyes shining. "This is the BEST DAY EVER! Well, second best. Papa's Naming Ceremony was first best. But this is VERY close second!"
Through all the bonds, mine with both girls, Nyx's with Aranyx, Kas's with Dewdrop, I felt the family web strengthening. Becoming more complex, more interconnected, more real.
My babies had mothers now.
Official, bonded, magically-confirmed mothers.
I was definitely crying again.
"Papa's crying again!" Dewdrop announced to everyone. "SOMEONE GET HIM A TISSUE!"
Growing Pains
The celebration was somewhat interrupted by the girls discovering that new bodies came with new problems.
Aranyx tried to walk across the courtyard and accidentally put too much strength into a step, leaving a small crater in the stone. "Oh no! I broke the floor! Papa, I broke the floor!"
"It's okay, sweetheart. You're just adjusting to new strength."
"But I broke the FLOOR!" She looked horrified. "What if I break people?! What if I hug someone and accidentally squish them?!"
"Then we'll teach you control," Nyx said calmly. "I had the same problem when I first manifested dragon strength. You learn."
"But what if I learn slowly?! What if I'm bad at learning?!" Teenage anxiety in full force.
"Then you learn slowly," I said. "We're not in a rush."
Dewdrop was having her own crisis, trying to fly to greet Lira and Pip, wobbling mid-air, and crashing into a banner with a yelp.
"My wings are BROKEN!" she wailed. "Why won't they work right?!"
"They're not broken, they're bigger," Lira explained, flying over to help untangle her. "You need to adjust your wing-stroke for the new size. It's like learning to fly again."
"But I already KNOW how to fly! I've been flying my WHOLE LIFE!"
"You've been flying as a tiny fairy your whole life," Pip corrected. "Now you're a regular-sized fairy. Different physics."
"Physics is STUPID!"
"Physics is consistent," Mo interjected, appearing with her notebook. "If we calculate your new wing-to-body mass ratio, we can determine the optimal stroke pattern... "
"MO, NO MATH!" Dewdrop covered her ears. "I'M HAVING A CRISIS, THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR MATH!"
Aranyx meanwhile had discovered she was hungry. "Papa, I need food. Like, so much food. Why am I so hungry? I feel like I haven't eaten in three days!"
"You haven't," I pointed out. "You were in a cocoon."
"Oh. Right." She looked sheepish. "Can I have breakfast? Or lunch? What meal is this? Does it matter? I NEED FOOD."
"Someone get the girls food before Aranyx eats the furniture," Yuzu called out, clearly amused.
"I wouldn't eat the furniture!" Aranyx protested. Then paused. "Probably. I'm really hungry though. The furniture is starting to look edible."
Both girls were also discovering that emotional regulation at teenager-level was different than child-level. Everything felt more intense, more confusing, more much.
"Why do I care so much about things now?!" Aranyx demanded after nearly crying because someone complimented her new appearance. "Everything makes me want to cry or laugh or scream and I don't know which!"
"That's called puberty," Siraq said sympathetically. "Welcome to teenagerhood. It's terrible."
"No one TOLD me teenagerhood was terrible! I want a refund!"
"No refunds on aging," I said. "Trust me, I've tried."
Dewdrop was experiencing her own emotional chaos. She'd gone from excited to overwhelmed to upset to excited again in the span of five minutes.
"I don't like this!" she announced, landing on my head (she actually had weight now). "Feelings are TOO MUCH! How do you deal with feelings being THIS LOUD?!"
"Very poorly," I admitted. "Welcome to the club."
"This club is TERRIBLE! I want to quit!"
"Can't quit. Membership is permanent."
"PAPA!"
Despite the chaos, or maybe because of it, there was something beautiful about watching them adjust. They were stumbling, struggling, sometimes breaking things or crashing into stuff, but they were growing. Becoming who they were meant to be.
Even if who they were meant to be was apparently "walking disasters with too many emotions."
Individual Moments
Over the next few hours, as the girls slowly adjusted to their new forms, each of my partners found their moment with them.
Yuzu approached Aranyx while the girl was attempting to practice walking without creating craters.
"Your movements are uncoordinated because you're thinking about them," Yuzu observed. "Don't think. Feel."
"But if I don't think, I'll break more things!"
"You'll break things either way initially. But thinking makes you tense, which makes control harder." Yuzu demonstrated a flowing step. "Move like water. Don't force strength, guide it."
Aranyx tried to mimic the movement, stumbled, but didn't crater the ground. "Oh! That's better!"
"You have dancer's potential," Yuzu said. "Eight limbs coordinating together? Once you master control, you could create movement patterns no two-legged being could match."
"Really?" Hope and excitement in the girl's voice.
"Really. I'll teach you, if you want. Channel that strength into grace instead of destruction."
"I'd like that. Thank you, Aunt Yuzu."
The title made Yuzu pause, then smile warmly. "You're welcome, niece."
Mo found Dewdrop attempting to calculate her new wing-stroke ratio using increasingly frustrated trial-and-error.
"This is IMPOSSIBLE!" the fairy wailed after another wobbling flight.
"It's mathematics," Mo corrected, pulling out her notebook. "And mathematics is never impossible, just unsolved."
"I don't WANT math, I want FLYING!"
"Flying is math. Physics, angles, thrust-to-drag ratios." Mo sketched something quickly. "Look. Your old wing-stroke was optimized for your previous mass. Now your mass has increased but your wing surface area increased more. The ratio changed, so your stroke needs to change proportionally."
Dewdrop stared at the equations, understanding dawning. "So if I adjust the angle by... like this?" She demonstrated.
"Exactly!"
The next flight was significantly more stable.
"MO YOU'RE A GENIUS!"
"I'm adequately educated in physics. But thank you." Mo made notes. "We should track your adjustment progress. It'll provide valuable data on fairy evolution."
"Can we call it something other than 'data'? That sounds boring."
"Empirical observations regarding your awesome growth?"
"MUCH better!"
Siraq sat with Aranyx during a break, the girl exhausted from trying to control her new strength.
"I keep breaking things," Aranyx said miserably. "I'm a disaster."
"You're learning. Different thing." Siraq's massive bear form was relaxed, unthreatening. "When I first got my full bear strength, I crushed three door handles in one day. Bear-proofing the clan buildings was expensive."
"Really?"
"Really. New strength requires adjustment. You're not a disaster... you're experiencing growing pains. Literally." Siraq smiled. "Give yourself grace. You transformed three days ago. Nobody expects mastery immediately."
"Papa makes everything look easy."
"Papa has years of practice and still breaks things when emotional. You're doing fine."
Aranyx leaned against Siraq's fur, taking comfort in the presence. "Thank you, Auntie."
"Anytime, little weaver."
Lira and Pip tag-teamed helping Dewdrop adjust to her new size.
"The trick is remembering you're not tiny anymore," Lira explained. "You can't slip through the same spaces."
"But I LIKE slipping through spaces! That was my THING!"
"Now your thing can be flying through spaces," Pip suggested. "Different but equally cool."
"It's not the SAME!"
"No, it's better! You're bigger, faster, stronger! You can carry things now! Help with stuff! Be taken seriously!"
That made Dewdrop pause. "People will take me seriously?"
"More seriously than before," Lira confirmed. "You're not baby-fairy-sized anymore. You're regular-fairy. That's huge! Literally!"
"I AM huge!" Dewdrop did an experimental loop. wobbled but completed it. "I'm HUGE and POWERFUL and PEOPLE WILL TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!"
"That's the spirit!"
"Also Papa Knox still loves me even though I'm not tiny-tiny anymore!"
"Obviously," Pip said. "Papa loves everyone regardless of size."
"Papa's the BEST!"
Nyx found time alone with Aranyx during afternoon, pulling her adopted daughter aside for private conversation.
"How are you feeling? Truly?"
Aranyx fidgeted with her hands. "Overwhelmed. Everything is bigger and stronger and MORE and I don't know how to process it all."
"That's normal."
"It doesn't FEEL normal! It feels like too much!"
"Transformation is always too much. That's why we do it in stages." Nyx settled beside her. "But Aranyx, I need you to understand something."
"What?"
"You're allowed to struggle. Allowed to fail, make mistakes, break things. You're learning, and learning is messy." Nyx's voice was firm. "I claimed you as my daughter. That's permanent. You can't mess that up by being imperfect."
"But what if... "
"No 'what ifs.' You're mine. I'm yours. Forever. That's not conditional on you being graceful or controlled or anything except you." She pulled the girl close. "So struggle if you need to. I'll be here."
Aranyx buried her face in Nyx's shoulder and finally let herself cry properly, all the overwhelming emotion of the past hours releasing at once.
"I love you, Mom," she whispered.
"I love you too, sweetling. Always."
Kas was teaching Dewdrop basic combat forms adjusted for her new size when the fairy got frustrated and threw a tiny punch at the air.
Which created a surprising amount of force.
"WHOA!" Dewdrop stared at her fist. "Did I just do THAT?!"
"You did!" Kas was grinning. "Dewdrop, you have actual combat potential now! Your strikes have force!"
"I can FIGHT?!"
"You can learn to fight. Big difference." Kas demonstrated a proper stance. "But yes, with training, you could defend yourself."
"I want to learn EVERYTHING! Teach me ALL the combat!"
"We'll start small. But Dewdrop?" Kas knelt down to eye level. "I'm proud of you. For handling all this change with courage."
"I'm TERRIFIED!"
"Courage isn't not being scared. It's being scared and doing it anyway." Kas ruffled the fairy's hair. "You're brave, little warrior. Don't forget that."
Dewdrop hugged her fiercely. "You're the best mama ever!"
"I know. Now show me that punch form again..."
By evening, both girls were exhausted, the kind of bone-deep tired that came from massive growth in short time. We gathered for a quiet family dinner, everyone present, celebrating in simple ways.
Aranyx kept accidentally knocking things over with spider legs she forgot to account for. Dewdrop fell asleep mid-sentence twice, jerking awake with indignant protests each time.
"I'm NOT tired!" she insisted after the second time.
"You're falling asleep in your food," I pointed out.
"That's just RESTING MY EYES! Very different!"
"Go to bed, sweetheart."
"But I'll miss FAMILY TIME!"
"Family time will be here tomorrow too."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She yawned hugely. "Okay. But only because you promised. Promises are SACRED."
Kas carried her off to bed, the tiny... well, less tiny... fairy protesting sleepily the whole way.
Aranyx lasted a bit longer, but eventually her eyes were drooping too.
"Papa, I'm tired," she admitted. "Is that normal?"
"Very normal. Your body just went through massive changes. It needs rest to finish adjusting."
"Will I feel better tomorrow?"
"Probably. Less overwhelmed at least."
"Good. Because today was INTENSE." She stood carefully, still testing her movements. "Papa? Thank you. For the ceremony. For the name. For... everything."
"You're welcome, Aranyx."
"I like my name. I like being a Void-Weaver. I like having a mom now." She smiled. "Even if I'm a disaster at actually using this body."
"You're doing great, sweetheart."
"Liar. But I appreciate it." She hugged me carefully, obviously concentrating on not squishing. "Love you, Papa."
"Love you too... " Knox's voice cracked with contained emotion.
Nyx appeared to escort her to their quarters, she'd claimed responsibility for helping Aranyx adjust to her new form since they shared dragon heritage now.
"Come on, sweetling. Let's get you to bed before you fall asleep standing up."
"I'm not THAT tired... " Aranyx yawned. "Okay maybe I'm that tired."
They left, and I was alone with my remaining partners, well, the adult ones at least.
Evening Conversations
"That was beautiful," Lyria said, appearing from where she'd been observing all day. "Watching them adjust, struggle, grow. It's... it's everything I love about healing. Seeing transformation, new life, potential becoming real."
She settled beside me, less clumsy now that she wasn't performing healing duties. "Knox, I need to tell you something."
"What's that?"
"Today sealed it for me. Watching you father those girls, watching Nyx and Kas step up as mothers, watching your whole family rally to support them..." She took a breath. "I want that. Want to be part of a family that commits like this. Where transformation is celebrated, where mistakes are expected, where love is just... given. Freely."
"Lyria... "
"I'm not asking for immediate answers. I know courtship takes time. I just needed you to know, I'm serious. About you, about this family, about building something permanent." She flushed. "And now I've said too much again and I'm going to leave before I embarrass myself further."
She fled, and Velara took her place.
"That was remarkably direct," Velara observed.
"That was Lyria being Lyria."
"Fair." Velara was quiet for a moment. "Knox, I wanted to discuss something. Aranyx asked me to teach her necromantic theory. Safe applications, ethical uses, how to understand death without fearing it."
"I remember giving permission."
"I'm asking again now that she's older. Now that the bond with her is permanent and this isn't just temporary teaching." Velara met my eyes. "If I teach her, I'm sharing knowledge that got my mentor killed. That could endanger her if the Empire ever discovers it. Are you certain that's acceptable?"
"Are you going to teach her how to raise undead armies?"
"No. I'm going to teach her that death is natural, that understanding mortality doesn't mean embracing evil, and that magic is just a tool." She paused. "Actually, I'm going to teach her what you already model... that labels don't define morality. Actions do."
"Then yes. Teach her. She deserves to understand magic in all its forms."
"Even the forbidden ones?"
"Especially those. How else does she learn to think critically about what's forbidden versus what's actually wrong?"
Velara smiled, rare and genuine. "You continue to surprise me, Knox. Most males wouldn't entrust their daughter to a necromancer's teaching."
"Most males are idiots about magic."
"True." She stood. "I'll begin lessons next week. Give her time to adjust to her new form first. But Knox? Thank you. For trusting me with something precious."
After she left, Thessia approached, she'd been helping coordinate the day's chaos with quiet efficiency.
"You're good with them," she said without preamble. "The girls. Natural father, adaptable teacher, patient guide. That's rare."
"I'm making it up as I go."
"You're succeeding while making it up. Also rare." She sat, her presence commanding even at rest. "Knox, I've been observing your family for days now. Watching how you all function, how decisions are made, how conflicts are resolved, how love is expressed."
"And?"
"And I want in. Officially." She met my eyes directly. "Not just courtship. I want to formally join this family. Contribute leadership where needed, help raise children, build something permanent with people who share my values."
"That's very direct."
"I'm a leader. Directness is efficient." She smiled slightly. "But I'm also practical. I understand I'm one of three arachnae pursuing you. I'm not asking for exclusivity or immediate decision. I'm stating clear intent... I'm pursuing you seriously, Knox. With the goal of permanent partnership."
"Because I'm good with kids?"
"Because you're good with kids, good at building community, good at seeing people's potential rather than their labels, and because watching you love your daughters makes me want to build a family that loves like that." She paused. "Also you're attractive and strong and kind. Those help."
"Very practical assessment."
"I'm very practical." She stood. "Now get some rest. Tomorrow your daughters wake up to their second day of being teenagers. You'll need energy for that disaster."
"Looking forward to it."
"Liar."
After they all left, I sat with my remaining partners, Nyx had returned after getting Aranyx settled, Kas after convincing Dewdrop that sleep was necessary, the others gathering naturally.
"So," Yuzu said with a sly smile. "Three serious courtship candidates. All making their intentions clear. How does it feel to be pursued?"
"Overwhelming."
"Good overwhelming or bad overwhelming?" Mo asked, making notes.
"Good overwhelming. They're all..." I searched for words. "They're all remarkable. Different, but all remarkable."
"Lyria's compassion is genuine," Kas observed. "She cares about healing not because it's prestigious but because she genuinely wants to help."
"Velara's wisdom runs deep," Nyx added. "She's cautious because she's been hurt, not because she's weak. I respect that."
"And Thessia's leadership is natural," Siraq finished. "She doesn't command, she guides. Makes people want to follow rather than forcing obedience."
"You've all been analyzing them," I said, not really surprised.
"Obviously," they chorused.
"And?"
"And we approve," Nyx said simply. "All three. They each bring something valuable. Each fit the family differently but well. If you pursue all three, we support it."
"That's a lot of partners."
"You're a demon-dragon-astral chimera with a growing divine spark, soul-bonded to a dragon, married to three Oni warriors, partnered with a bear kin matron, and spiritually connected to two fairies. What's three more?" Yuzu grinned. "Knox, you passed 'reasonable number of partners' months ago. Embrace the chaos."
Through all the bonds, I felt their support, their amusement, their genuine approval of the three arachnae.
"I'm going to court all three of them, aren't I?"
"Probably," Mo confirmed. "Your commitment pattern suggests you won't choose between them. You'll pursue all three until natural compatibility determines outcomes."
"That's exhausting."
"That's thorough," Kas corrected. "Give each one fair chance. See who actually fits long-term versus who looks good on paper."
She wasn't wrong.
"Alright," I conceded. "I'm officially courting three arachnae simultaneously. This is my life now."
"This is your life continuing to be ridiculous," Nyx corrected, pulling me close. "But it's our ridiculous life. So we navigate it together."
Through all the bonds, with partners, with daughters, with this impossible family I'd built, I felt love and support and absolute certainty that whatever chaos came next, we'd handle it.
Because that's what family meant.
Growing, adapting, expanding, and handling chaos together.
Even when the chaos involved teenage daughters with new powers, three persistent suitors, and a Papa Knox who apparently couldn't say no to expanding his family.
Tomorrow would bring new challenges.
But tonight, I had my family, my daughters were safely sleeping, and three remarkable women were seriously considering joining our chaos permanently.
Life was ridiculous.
But it was also beautiful.
[EMERGENCES: COMPLETE]
[NEW RACES: VOID-WEAVER ARACHNAE, ASTRAL SPRITE]
[MOTHERS: OFFICIALLY CLAIMED]
[GROWING PAINS: EXTENSIVE AND HILARIOUS]
[FAMILY: STRONGER THAN EVER]
[COURTSHIP: THREE-WAY SERIOUS PURSUIT]
[KNOX: EMBRACING THE CHAOS]
[DAUGHTERS: EXHAUSTED BUT HAPPY]
[NEXT: ACTUAL PROPER COURTSHIP BEGINS]
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