Sal's Universe, (still) Las Vegas, Nevada. Morning after wedding.

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She growled at the sunlight that was peeking through the curtains and hitting her face just-so, and groaned, stretching her arms out and swearing vengeance on the blinds for not doing their job and convincing her that it was still dark outside.

Surely it wasn't the morning already? She felt like she'd just gotten to sleep.

And then she remembered what had happened the evening before and sat up straight, examining her left hand. Yes, the new ring was still there. She saw the remains of the mammoth lobster still sitting on the bedside table.

Okay. I didn't dream all of that. She smiled widely and flopped back down into the (very fluffy, very squishy, and so comfortable it felt illegal) pillows, turning to her left side and smiling at the man who was surveying her with a look of amusement.

"Good morning," she said, propping her head up with her hand as she looked down at Kurt. "I woke ye up, didn' I?"

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"Nein, there are people out there too." Kurt stepped past the happy Newfoundland and peered into the shadows, easily making out a white-furred form. "Jabez? Who's vith you?"

"Baby sister."

"Vhat?" He blinked.

"Baby sister." The pseudo teen stepped forward with a slight grin on her lean face, one hand holding that of a little black girlchild with deep russet eyes and gangling bat wings.

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Sal's eyes went wide. "Okay..." she said, clearly confused. Wilcoxe acted like nothing was wrong and started licking Sal's fingers, on the hunt for attention. Sal scratched the dog behind the ears absentmindedly.

"Now when ye says 'baby sister', d'you mean that..."

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"Yeah." Jabez handed her a rectangualar peice of green plexi whatsit with a dark spot on one corner. "He explained it all on there."

The little one looked from Sal to Kurt, her face a mirror image of what Sal's had looked like at that age but for colour. She cocked her head, then hid against Jabez's hand, tail curling with discomfort.

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Sal took it, handed it off to Kurt, then looked at the newcomer.

"Ye looks jus' like me," she said, kneeling to get on the child's level. "What's your name?"

The kid was cute. She held out her hand.