Chapter 18
"Grandma!"
Octavia Rhade smiled as one of her newest granddaughters broke off from her parents and came running towards her.
She remembered fondly the day she had gotten the mail from her youngest son stating that Rebeka was indeed pregnant. It had been one of the happiest days of her life.
Her baby finally had a baby.
Truth be told, Telemachus had really begun to scare her. Octavia thought that he should have been married at nineteen or at least twenty-one like the rest of his siblings before him.
But no, not Telemachus.
He had too much drive to do well in the Academy and the military, which finally led him to become one of the youngest Admirals Tarazed had ever seen. And sure there were many women interested in him, but they were never right. Not for her son. She could always find something wrong with them.
"Grandma!"
Smiling widely, Octavia bent down to lift up the four-year-old and hug her close.
She was such a beautiful girl.
Thick, dark curls like her father would have if his hair ever grew beyond military regulation. If Cassandra's eyes were brown instead of blue, she would look almost exactly like Telemachus's sister Cressida at that age.
Octavia sighed happily. She had finally gotten grandchildren out of her baby boy. It had taken more than twenty years of complaining, encouraging, and slaps upside the head, but he finally, finally got it right.
Looking up at the proud parents who were still walking up the path, she caught sight of her new grandson nestled in his mother's arms.
She smiled at his red hair. The Rhade family was predominantly shades of brown, ranging from dark to medium light thanks to Jenna and her children's genes, and just recently Dione, the first red-haired Rhade married to Octavia's son Hector, had given birth to a set of redhaired twins.
Six children and over thirty grandchildren, what more could a Nietzschean mother want? Well all right maybe hundreds of grandchildren but she was content with knowing that she'd have at least a hundred great-grandchildren.
Her eldest son's two oldest children were now starting families of their own. Which was a point of heckling towards Telemachus by his brothers before Cassandra had been born; that his nieces and nephews would have children before him. As the two eldest were only eleven and ten years younger than Telemachus it was indeed possible.
When Octavia was first introduced to Beka she had been ready to hate her, given her son's taste in women he would need his hand held to pick out a wife. But she was pleasantly surprised. She liked Rebeka.
Telemachus had actually gotten it right for once.
And he always did have that thing for blondes...
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