if, she wanted to explain.
“Tell me, Sink Lar. There is no reason for sadness. If you do not wish to have the extra room, we can find another place the size of Zha Quin’s. His quarters are larger even than these, yet they have no extra room.”
Synclare shook her head. “Do you know how old I am?” she asked.
Lo'San shook his head, confused at her question. “I do not. It matters not.”
“But it does — it might,” she said.
“It does not,” Lo'San said firmly.
“I’m past my child bearing years. If it’s a family you want with children, I most likely won’t be able to give you that,” she said solemnly.
“Sink Lar, I did not bond with you for the sake of young ones. I bonded with you because I could not bear the thought of waking without you at my side ever again. I was not whole.” Lo'San took her in his arms. “Now, with you in my arms, standing beside me, I am whole.”
“But, what if you want children one day? What if you want a family and I can’t give you that. I’m not as young as some of the other women rescued…”
Lo'San looked at his mate. He listened to her words, and watched her face when she spoke and realized this was about more than what he might want. “Do you wish to have young ones, Sink Lar?”
Synclare shook her head sadly. “I don’t think I can. It’s too late for me. But can you be happy with that?” she asked.
“I am happy as we are. But I think you have become so comfortable here that you’ve forgotten something,” he said with a hint of a smile.
“What do you mean?” Synclare asked.
Lo'San grinned. “Look around you, my female. You are not on Earth. If you wish for a young one, our healers can give us young ones. It is a simple thing, really.”
Synclare’s face registered surprise. “They can?” she asked, tears beginning to shimmer in her eyes.
“They can. It is a common practice among females who are not able to easily conceive. If you want young ones, we will have young ones,” he insisted, still holding her in his arms.
Synclare looked around the room again before meeting Lo’San’s gaze. “So, this could be our nursery, for our babies?” she asked excitedly.
Lo'San looked around the room then smiled at her while nodding. “This is our nursery for our young ones. Our babies,” he said. “However many you wish to have.”
“Do you want children… young ones?” Synclare asked.
“I have never considered it. But with you at my side, I find I wish for a family with many young ones,” Lo'San answered.
“Me, too,” Synclare confessed. “And I never really wanted children until I met you. Back on Earth I had everything money could buy, and more money than I’d ever need, but my family, my so called friends… all they wanted was that money. They didn’t care about me, or anything I felt or needed, as long as I continued to provide for them. I couldn’t see bringing a child into a family like that.”
“It sounds as though you never had a family. I sometimes feel I did not have one either.”
“I didn’t, not really. At least not after my father died. He loved me. He left everything to me when he died, and he was extremely wealthy. My stepmother, my aunt, and all my extended family, all they wanted was what I could give them.”
“It is sad for them that they never took the time to see you as the female you are. But I am not that unfortunate. I see you, Sink Lar. I want you, your love, your heart, and our young ones.”
Synclare nodded and kissed Lo’San. “I see you, too. And I love you.”
“We shall fill our home with young ones,” Lo'San said, kissing Synclare gently and holding her to him as he realized just how lucky he was to have this female that had not even been appreciated by those who should have loved her.
Chapter 8
Three months later…
Lo'San stood on the Command Deck, watching on the over-sized vid screen as supplies were unloaded in the cargo bay of Command Warship 1. He was every inch the strong, stoic, take no prisoners kind of General he’d always been. His crew was sharp and on point, eager to make themselves a mirror image of the efficiency he projected.
He kept a critical eye on the arrivals of supply containers being loaded to be sure nothing was amiss. There