Amelia and I sit on the porch drinking tea, heavily pregnant with our second babies, while Magnus plays with little Nina, Amelia and Leon's daughter; aptly-named Nina because she was such a small, tiny baby, and Nina means, ‘little girl’. I think it’s quite cute. We laugh loudly as little Nina holds in a mouthful of water and squirts it into Magnus's face. She pokes her tongue out at him, runs away and Magnus chases after her.
‘Nina! You just wait till I catch you!’ He yells.
‘Little Nina and Magnus are the complete opposite of each other; it would be interesting to see if the Moon Goddess chooses them as mates,’ I say.
‘I dunno. Every playdate we have, Nina wears poor Magnus out. She is always playing tricks on him; she is so silly and cheeky, and he is so serious and sensible,’ Amelia says, laughing.
‘I think I need to go to the bathroom,’ I tell her.
‘Me too,’ Amelia says. We both call out for our mates.
‘Ryker!’ I yell.