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"I'm nervous," Garage said suddenly into the tense air of the small living room.
Sam took a deep breath. "Me too," she said, even though this had been her idea from the very start. She spent hours painstakingly kid-proofing the house, though really there wasn't much to do. She mostly just fretted over whether or not he'd like his room and if she should tell him upfront that she was part-faerie. These were her two main concerns of the day and resulted in a lot of pacing.
"Why did Hamlin say we should wait until today?" he asked, his nerves pushing the question out of his mind. He didn't like to question Hamlin; it seemed to put Samra on the defensive.
She shrugged. "Something about the day being auspicious. Who knows with him sometimes?" she said in an uncommonly nonchalant attitude about her best friend's eccentricities.
Garage wasn't about to answer, but tried a little inner meditation to slow his mind. What if he doesn't like me? What if I'm a horrible dad? What if he tears the house down in his sleep? It wasn't working very well and he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the door, willing it to stay closed and hoping that Enki would change his mind about living with the faerie and her iron wielding husband.
Sam jumped a foot when a knock sounded at the door. "It's him!" she yelped. "He's come home."
He closed his eyes. It'll be ok. The cards said it would. This will all work out. He crossed to the door, since Samra was suddenly struck with paralyzing excitement, and opened it with a nervous grin plastered to his face.
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