For the Whored Ch. 080

"That'd be nice." He smiled. "Can I call her Momma Elunara?" He put his hand on his chest. "It's in my heart to do."

Harvard scrubbed his hand on the kid's head. "Yeah, knock yourself out."

As Bradly ran upstairs, Harvard watched him go, and then stared at the stairs. Suddenly he regretted not taking the soldier's quarters. He paid the extra fee to get his own house, and he didn't know a thing about it. Now his son was calling a woman he barely knew, "Momma". He scrubbed his hands over his face. He was going to have to make a trip to Elunara's house tomorrow.