I want to have your name and your ring and all that jazz. I want to give you babies and raise them for you, too. It will be a great marriage, I am sur... of it!” Lizzie told me with a few kisses to my face, which left plenty of lipstick on me.We both perused a few of the magazines and books a bit, though it was tougher to do with one hand each available and the other in handcuffs. Lizzie ended up buying a copy of Vogue or Cosmo or something like that, while I found a copy of Nietzsche’s Thus. They directed me to her house.We arrived and were met out front by a Grest woman who was as tall as Verine. She had platinum blonde hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. She was carrying a dark skinned baby with round ears. The reason she needed us was because no one else would take her. Despite our better relations between the races, most Grest men didn't really like the idea of intermarrying. Tiks didn't either, so that left only us to take her in.Erma and Verine got down from the wagon. I think she was ready to scream because of the panic of someone bursting in, but it all came out in my name.She dropped the spoon she'd been stirring something with, and started toward me. Her hug was fierce, but there was something in the way. I pushed her back, and stared at her bulging belly. She looked so much the same, and at the same time so completely different, that I couldn't process it."What are you DOING here?" she cried, tears running down her cheeks."I got leave," I stammered. "I. There should not be much bleeding if you stay still. But you cannot move before we get the doctor here." It is Mrs., not Miss. I'm talking to my husband here. Been married for almost two weeks. Can I speak to my man again, now please?" OK, but you must stay calm. and awake."There was a brief silence before Sara continued."Eric, when I told him that I was now married and had already resigned, I could not guess that he would do something like this. He congratulated me and asked some everyday.