
Chapter 5 in my answer to the "guy has umpteen wives" trope
Find Chapter 1 here
Chapter 2 is here
Chapter 3 is here
Chapter 4 is here.
Sefton looked around the nursery. The wing was large enough for every child there and then some, the beds stacked bunk-style in four adjacent rooms, the cradles sitting near the incubators. He guessed at the ages between the children — maybe two years, not long enough that you’d ever be done changing diapers, even if the older kids helped out. He stared at the incubators again, and the chairs where the men would spend hours a day singing to their eggs.
( Read more... )
Chapter 6: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1171106.html
