As the weather grew warmer, Margali and her two readied themselves to hit the road again. Kurt began sulking, knowing his friends were leaving and Moira was preparing for his sadness.

"You can come, you know," Margali told her, as she packed her childrens' bags. "We'd love to have you with us."

Moira shrugged. "I don't know. We need to lie low, have as few people know about us. At least until we figure everything out."

"Your family would be very welcome among our group," Margali continued. "We have many other children who'd adore Kurt and Christine. We take care of our own."

"I appreciate the offer," Moira started. Maybe it would be a good thing. Though recently she had been longing for time for her family to be together by themselves. And traveling with two young children, trying to keep them safe and hidden. It didn't seem reasonable. She smiled. "We'll see you again soon."

Margali smiled back. "Of course. You are family."

~&Q~

Kurt, of course, had been devastated by them leaving. It took a few days for him to get over it, but soon he found interest in his sister, who had become more active and mobile. He delighted in doing silly things to make her laugh or smile, and Moira loved watching them together.

Azazel had been taking the odd job, though none that kept him away from home terribly long. Usually he'd be gone a night, at most two, and their finances were looking up. With him doing his thing, and the children occupying themselves, Moira started to look over want ads in the newspaper, in hopes of finding something. Of course, the issue she knew no German loomed. Though she hoped to find something suitable for an English speaker. However, she tried to learn as much German as she could, to up her chances.

Christine was no longer nursing, which made the idea of finding a job all the more timely. While Moira missed the close time she would spend with her daughter feeding, she enjoyed the newfound freedom.

As she searched through the days paper, her husband sat beside her, setting a cup of coffee for her. "Is different now to have house to ourselves."

"It is," she took a sip from the mug. "But it's nice. We can have real family time."

"Yes," he smiled, placing his hand over hers momentarily, and Moira admired their rings. The symbols of their commitment. "What are you reading?"

"Oh," she looked back to the paper. "Just looking to see who's hiring."

"What for?" he raised a brow.

"For me," she told him.

"Why you need job?" he said, making a face. "I take care of you, I told you."

"I know, love," she responded. "But it's not just about money. It's about fulfillment."

"Family is not fulfilling?" he asked her.

"That's not what I meant," she paused. "You knew this when you met me. I like to work."

He sighed. "Is your choice. I will support. But I wish for you to let me take care."

"I know," Moira felt slightly exasperated with the conversation, but stayed patient. She knew where he was coming from and understood his concern, but didn't want to give up so much of herself for his sake. "I can find something part time to start."

He sighed, looking at her. "It make you happy? Be away from our children? And me?"

"Alek," she rolled her eyes. "Only a few hours a week. I need my own time." She moved to him, putting her arms around him, laying her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him tightly. He kissed her head, and she could feel him breathe out against her.

"What make you happy, make me happy."

~&Q~

After a bit of searching, Moira found a job that suited her – assisting an English teaching class three times a week. It was an enormous step back from her previous career, but she was happy to take what she could get. There was something amazing about being in a new environment, away from her children where she wasn't Mommy. She could be Moira, and she loved it.

Though her family wasn't adjusting to the change as well. Moira's new job coincided with a new clingy stage Christine had started. She was just about eight months old and constantly had to be with her mother. It especially made when she left for work all the more difficult, her cries breaking her heart. However, as soon as she was working, she felt free, like a human being again. Being away from her family made the time she spent with them all the better.

Moira opened the door, dropping her keys on the table. She could hear her daughter from the other room, the cries beginning and the walker then appearing around the corner. Moira moved to her quickly and pulled her into her arms. "Oh my beauty, Mommy's home."

"Mommy's home!" Kurt ran around the corner as well, clasping onto her leg.

Moira bent down to hug him close, giving him a kiss on the head. "What'd you do today angel?"

"I planted a seed, Daddy helped me," he told her, pulling her to the kitchen window sill. "See? It's gonna grow."

"That's wonderful," she told him as her daughter snuffled against her. "Where is Daddy angel?"

"Am here," her husband responded from the door. He moved to her to give her a quick kiss, then headed to the fridge. "Starting dinner."

Christine tightened her grip on her mother as her father approached. She relaxed as he moved away. "How was work?"

"Good," she told him, taking a seat at the kitchen table. Kurt scampered out of the room to surely busy himself with his toys. "It's interesting watching people learn a new language. And I'm picking up some German as well."

"Is hard learning new language," he responded, as he pulled a few items from the cabinets. "Was hard to learn English for me."

Moira turned Christine around, settling her on her lap. "When did you start learning?"

He paused, thoughtfully. "I was maybe 10? Was when I was with Margali's family. Her father taught me. Was very hard."

"You know more languages than just Russian and English, though," she said to him.

"Da. Each one hard to learn," he turned to give her a small smile. "You are good person to have patience to teach new language to people."

She smirked at him. "It's less that I have patience and more that this was the only job around here that didn't require me to be fluent in German." Christine began to fuss, pulling her tail into her mouth. Moira removed it and the girl threw a mini fit, squirming and crying. "Ok, I think we need to get you into pajamas my beauty." Moira stood up with her, and moved once again close to her husband. As the little girl squiggled, she pulled him in for a kiss, lingering as they parted.

"What that for?" he asked, brow quirked.

"Do I need a reason to kiss the man I love?" she countered. Moira turned her attention back to her daughter. "C'mon baby. Let's get you changed."

~&Q~

Anyone else having issues with formatting on here? Every time I post I have to reformat. Anyhow, thanks to all the lovely reviewers, and the new ones as well! This has been so much fun, and sadly will be coming to an end very soon. I managed to find a little corner of Santiago, Chile with wifi to post this chapter, and after this I have one, maybe two more chapters tops. Then it's the end!