been holding onto. Something he didn’t want anymore. “If given the choice between being given some patronizing job reviewing ship designs, or staying here and building something real with you and our children, there’s no contest. I want this. I want us to stay here.”
“Really?” I huddled up against him. “All I want is you, over everything else, even this. If you want to stay here, then I do too.”
I turned my head, laying it on his chest as I looked out over the massive range. “So, it’s going to be a strange new challenge for all of us.”
“Yes. The 23rd century is going to bring us all new lives.”
“And a new Alliance.” I looked up at the winter sun. “The Interstellar Alliance.”
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