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He nodded. Bork had two families-one he'd been born to, another he'd chosen. Either one needed his
help, he would give it. Family meant something to him. "Okay," he said.

That was that.



Chapter TWO

THE BABY WAS asleep, angelic in slumber: he had wispy, almost downlike white hair and he was
paler even than his mother. You could see the tapestry of blue blood vessels under the translucent white
of him, and his skin made the finest spidersilk cloth seem coarse. People said he looked like his father,
but standing naked there in the dim nursery, Bork couldn't see it. Five minutes ago the baby had let out a
small squawk and rolled over in his sleep. Bork had gotten there from his own bed before his child
finished the turn.

He put one big hand out and touched his son lightly. At the touch, little Saval smiled reflexively.

Bork moved his hand back but stayed next to the crib, feeling for the thousandth time the weight of
responsibility that came with being a father. It wasn't uncomfortable, the feeling, but there were ways it
was heavier than a flexsteel bar loaded with plates. He had sometimes thought about it but never really
figured he'd get to be a da. It was a whole lot different than he'd ever guessed. Here he was, a father,
married to the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. Life sure was strange.

"He okay?" Veate said from behind him.

"Yeah." He continued to watch the baby.

Veate came to stand next to him. She slid one hand up Bork's bare arm and lightly squeezed his tricep.
"You're going to get eyestrain staring at him like that."

"It's just so amazing, you know? I mean, he's a little person and we made him. And he's so beautiful. I
have to say, he's the best-looking baby I've ever seen."



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She laughed. "Well, if it isn't Bork the master of objectivity."

He glanced at her. "What? You don't think so?"

"Are you kidding? I'm his mother. Of course he's the most beautiful baby you've ever seen. He's the
most beautiful baby ever born."

Bork nodded. "Yeah, that's true."

She punched him. "You're an idiot, you know that?"