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Avalon itself was changing. The city completed an enormous restoration project on the palace at Camelot, restoring it to its former glory.
The effect was beautiful, but going down to City Hall to file routine paperwork became sort of intimidating.
Dylan stayed home with Winston, but Andria managed to strong-arm Sawyer into attending with his niece and nephew.
The troop commemorated the event with family pictures.
With varying success.
He gave her a big kiss, which was the best vote of encouragement she could have asked for.
She was off to play the Leader of the Free World.
Like Abby, Sawyer was also shorting himself sleep. Gamora was a preternaturally easy baby, but he still obsessed about every aspect of parenting. In addition to his worries about fatherhood, he knew that his daughter was like no other baby.
He kept a collection of parenting and infant biology books handy to consult whenever he had a question. Sometimes this was in the middle of walking down the street.
Andria was baking again.
For the even that Sawyer had been anticipating for ages.
“Yes? Yes, I know. We haven’t talked since the fight. My family is having a small gathering tonight, and I wondered if you might join us. Perhaps afterword we could compare status.”
Manisha sounded more nervous than angry. She agreed to attend the party. Sawyer was so relieved that he became lightheaded and had to sit down.
When Manisha arrived, Sawyer was was pacing back and forth in the nursery, lecturing to himself, while baby Gamora watched him. Abby set herself to calming Sawyer down while Dylan went to welcome Manisha into the house.
“I can’t describe with words how happy we are to have you back,” Dylan said.
“You always know how to make a girl feel like a princess,” Manisha said.
Then Sawyer came down with Gamora, with Abby close on his heels. It was showtime.
Sawyer set Gamora down at the table, where she could be the guest of honor. She didn’t get a slice of cake. Gamora didn’t eat human food, even pureed. She absorbed nutrients through her skin, much like the roots of a tree.
This was only one of the many ways she was a unique creature.
Sawyer hovered by Gamora expectantly, watching Manisha. Manisha ate her cake with singular focus. She never looked at Gamora or Sawyer once.
“Are you all right?” Dylan asked. “You look exhausted.”
“I’m fine,” Sawyer said tightly.
“Well, for heaven’s sake, sit down.”
Sawyer didn’t say anything. He just went to get a slice of cake.
While Andria cleaned the table and Dylan put Winston to bed, Sawyer caught Manisha in the living room.
It felt — wrong. Instead of the sense of physical comfort he was used to feeling with Manisha, he wanted to snatch his hand away.
“I guess your mind stays with you,” he said weakly.
“Look,” Manisha said. “You didn’t tell me that this was going to be a birthday party. You ambushed me. What do you expect me to do?”
“I expected you to make an empirical observation and adjust your hypothesis regarding the nature of our daughter,” Sawyer said. “I hoped to discuss our relationship, if we still have one, and how it relates to our parental responsibilities.”
“Would you just get off it!” Manisha shouted. “You just called me over to guilt me into changing my mind. I’m done being a pawn in your experiments. I’m leaving.”
Sawyer knew he should have said something to defend himself, but the fire in Manisha’s eyes terrified him. All he could do was step back and let her storm past him.
When Manisha was gone, Sawyer watched Gamora quietly playing with her dolls. If she had any idea that it was strange for her parents to shout, she gave no sign. In fact, she seemed more pleased and comfortable than he’d ever seen her.
Sawyer picked up his daughter and carried her upstairs to bed.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly as he tucked her in.
“I thought she was smart.”
Erg. Sawyer and Manisha were not that bad on autonomy this time, but they sure didn’t warm up to each other. Sawyer had a wish to mind meld with Manisha, but his attempt failed. They both attempted romantic interactions and were rebuffed. It was painful to watch. It appears that Sawyer’s going to be a single father.
I love Gamora’s face. She’s a great blend of her parents. She has Manisha’s unusual eyes, which makes me very happy. Looks like Manisha’s eyebrows, Sawyer’s nose and cheekbones. I think those cheekbones might actually trace back to Veronica. I’m not sure on the mouth or face shape. I’ll have to do another comparison when she’s a teen.
It’s so hard to capture Dylan’s adorable Proper bow when he greets someone. Manisha’s arrival sequence is the best I’ve managed so far.