He’d been flying solo for a long time and he’d never heard a request like that from an Alliance captain. It smelled like an uncleaned scrubber. He... glared at the console. “Designator Eleven, the captain’s request is against the law and you know it. I will send you the contract and logs I took of the piracy action by Captain Greentar but ordering the transmission of travel times and situation reports of my ship are illegal. Respond now,” he grated out and clenched his fist.“Designator Eleven is. I recognized the voice immediately and shivered. It was my Mum, and she wasn't alone."Look who I met while I was out for a walk. From the story that I've heard, I assume that my little scoundrel is here.”Mum's eyes were out on stalks when she saw me, and even Julie looked shocked. Mary dragged Julie through to her bedroom and unleashed a tirade far worse than the one that I’d endured. All the time, Mum just stared at me without saying a word but then she nodded to Mary when she came through to. Whats for breakfast? Ryan asks me while leaning down wraping his arms around my waist, and settiling his chin onto the crease of my collar bone. Why dont we hav- pancakes? Sure, I reply. It doesnt take me long to get dressed and put a smudge of mascara on, my eyelashes are already black and my skin is clear enough for me to forget about coverup. I end up making eggs and toast instead of pancakes due to lack of flour. It was after breakfast that it was time to change into somehing other than. He was breathing quite heavily. The tension from this conversation was upsetting him. “We’re not living together. Yet. We’re not committed to getting married. Yet. But if we do make the next step…” “I do so want us to, Malcolm,” said Sophie with urgency in her voice and eyes. “…if we do, we need more trust. We need to be honest with one another. And I’m not sure we have that.” “Oh, Malcolm. It just takes time!” “We’ve been seeing each other for nearly six months now. I’ve never ever had.