Who: Samra and Garage Chance
Where: Their bedroom
When: Recently
What: They come to a decision about whether or not to adopt Enki


"I think we should take Enki."

Garage let loose an audible sigh that filled the room. It hadn't been tense the moment before, in fact it had been quite relaxed with the kind of bliss only certain relations created. "You are a creature of deceit, Samra Chance."

She grinned at him from over her pillows. "The first lesson my mother taught me, know your partner's weaknesses. And pillow talk. Always for the win with pillow talk."

He almost threw a pillow at her, but turned onto his back instead. He'd been lying on his side, gazing at her lovingly. It was the overtly nauseous sort of thing only newlywed couples did. "I don't think your mother ever negotiated adopting children."

"Yes she did," Sam argued. "Before I was born. She didn't think my dad would ever agree to siring half-faeries. Something about faerie pride." She giggled a bit. "Unless of course you want to have some of our own!"

Garage threw her a look that was meant to silence and only goaded her further. "We could have a whole litter of dust spilling faerie babies!" she exclaimed and bounced on the bed, slipping out of the covers and shivering a bit in the cool evening air.

"And chaos all over our nice, quiet house," he added, a little sourly.

Samra frowned. "That's the great thing about Enki. He's not a faerie."

"No, he's a shifter, which is worse."

Sam pouted for a moment and refused to take offense. She understood what he meant. It had always been a little strange between them; his control over iron, her desire to keep her lineage secret. It was all a little messy and a half faerie kid would only create more mess. "He's under control for the most part," she conjectured. "He's a wonderful kid; you know that first hand. But he needs someone he can call family, people he can come home to and be himself around."

"I dunno Sam, are we that kind of people? Do you really think we can be his people?"

She smiled. "I think we already are."

He sat up and the blankets folded around his bare hips. "How about we let the cards settle it?"

Samra rolled her eyes. "You want to divine an answer?"

He nodded. "This is a big important decision that we've been arguing about for months now. We should at least consult." He stepped out of bed and shivered just as Sam had, grabbing his bag of cards from his top right dresser drawer before jumping back into bed. He shuffled for a bit and had Sam split the deck before he dealt the cards.

A simple spread for a simple question. Three cards, one for the past, one for the present, and one for the future. "The four of cups," Sam said, leaning over his shoulder so that her hair trailed over his arm and tickled him. "That means thinking things over right?" She'd seem him do this many times before and she'd picked up a few of the meanings in or out of context.

He nodded. It was close enough to the meaning he was getting from the card. The next was the three of staves, an establishment of some sort. The number three definitely struck him, as Samra, himself, and Enki would equal that. He didn't say anything out loud, merely made a sound of interest and peered sidelong at Samra who could barely contain her excitement. She was reading the card the same way he was.

The ten of pentacles was the last card drawn and he couldn't deny Samra's deepest wish now. The cards portended only good things from taking Enki into their lives, at the very least the establishment of a home and a family. He shook his head and took the time to breath before cupping her cheek in his hand. "Yes. We'll take him."