Dear My Future Child[ren]

Dear My Future Child[ren], I love you. I am twenty-five years old and I have no idea when I will meet you. I am twenty-five and have no intention of having children any time soon, but I love you so much right now, I needed to write and tell you. It sounds insane, but it’s…

Kiss

Galen flicked through the TV channels while Quid worked her way through a book on quantum physics. He stopped and nudged her. “Hmm?” Quid murmured, turning a page. “Book down, time to watch some TV,” Galen said. Quid glanced at the screen, Jeopardy was just starting. “Galen…” she started softly. “Quid,” he replied, leaning in…