I do not own Molly of Denali, or any of the characters contained within this story. Molly of Denali is the property of Kathy Waugh and Dorothea Gillim.

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My story takes place in 2022 and because of this I am correcting a mistake I had made. Molly and Tooey would be thirteen during this year, and Trini would be nine soon to be ten at the end of the year.

I would like to know if anyone is reading this. I would like to know if I should end the story or continue the arc. Please let me know.

Boyfriends (Sha'oodèe)

The soft hum of the humidifier filled the air like a gentle lullaby, wrapping the room in a cocoon of warmth and quiet comfort. Outside, the early afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the bed. Molly lay still, her hand cradled in Tooey's as she slowly blinked herself awake.

Tooey let go—only once when he had to use the bathroom. Thankfully, the guest room has it's own. So, he didn't have to go far.

He sat beside her, one hand intertwined with hers, the other gently tracing the edge of her blanket. When her eyes finally fluttered open, he leaned in with a quiet, hopeful smile.

"Hey," he whispered softly, like a secret meant only for her.

Molly blinked a few more times before her gaze focused and landed on him. Her expression lit up, weak but warm. "Hey… you're still here."

"Where else would I be?" he asked, voice soft and steady. "You're my girl. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."

She gave his hand a squeeze. "Still feel like I got hit by a sled," she murmured, trying to joke through the ache in her body.

He chuckled gently. "You still look better than me when I wake up. That has to count for something."

They both laughed, and though Molly's laugh turned into a brief cough, Tooey was already reaching for the glass of water nearby, holding it up for her while she sipped.

After a few quiet sips, she leaned back into the pillow and gave him a sleepy smile. "You're always taking care of me."

"And I always will," he said, watching her with tender eyes. "Molly… I know you're not feeling your best. But if I could spend every day like this—just holding your hand, talking about anything, everything—I'd be the happiest guy alive."

Molly's eyes softened. "Tooey…"

He shifted slightly in his chair, still holding her hand. "I mean it. I've known for a long time, even when we were kids, and just friends. You've always been the one. You're strong, kind, brave… and you see me for who I really am."

Molly's heart fluttered as her throat tightened—not from illness, but from the emotion bubbling up.

"I want a life with you," he continued, his voice trembling just slightly. "A real life. And I know we're still young, and there's time, but I don't want to wait to say it. I want you to be my forever, Molly."

Then, softly, nervously, he asked, "Will you marry me… someday?"

The door creaked slightly behind them—but they didn't hear it.

Layla and Atsaq had just entered with lunch trays in their hands, planning to quietly check in—but they froze at the sight and sound of what was happening. They exchanged a glance, their eyes wide with surprise as they listened without interrupting.

Molly blinked, tears springing into her eyes. "You really want that?"

"More than anything," he said.

A teardrop slipped down her cheek as she nodded slowly. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I would marry you."

Behind them, Layla gasped softly, not having a free hand to cover her mouth with. Atsaq smiled so wide her eyes crinkled at the corners. They stepped forward gently, letting their presence be known.

"Oh honey," Layla said, walking to her daughter's side, "you couldn't have made me prouder. I still think this is a little early. Things may change in the future."

Molly startled a little, eyes wide. "Mom… you heard that?"

"We both did," Atsaq said, moving beside Tooey. "And I'd say, that was the most honest and beautiful thing we've heard in a long time."

Tooey glanced sheepishly between the two women, his cheeks pink, but his expression steady. "I meant every word."

Layla smiled through tears and set the tray gently on the table. "Well, then this lunch is a celebration meal, despite your engagement being put on hold until you're older, understand?."

Tooey helped Molly sit up slowly, holding her back as she scooted up in bed. Once she was upright and settled, Molly nodded, "I know mom, I said yes because I feel happy and I don't think it's going to change, no matter how old we get."

Layla carefully placed the tray across Molly's lap, tucking a napkin around her and brushing a hand over her forehead gently.

"You feeling up to eating something?" she asked softly.

"Yeah," Molly said, her voice still scratchy but her eyes glowing. "And I think this might be the happiest sick person meal I've ever had."

Atsaq leaned over and placed a second tray on the arms of Tooey's wheelchair. "You've earned it, my boy. However, what Layla said applies to you too little wolf."

Tooey looked at her gratefully. "Thanks, Mom. I understand."

Layla stood back and took a slow breath, soaking in the sight of her daughter upright, supported by the boy who clearly loved her with his whole heart.

"I'm still not feeling great," Molly said, her voice gentle as she dipped her spoon into the soup. "But with all this love around me… I don't think I've ever felt so safe."

Tooey glanced at her, eyes filled with awe. "I'll keep saying it, every day, for the rest of our lives."

The mothers quietly stepped away, leaving the two teens to eat in peace, hearts full from what they had just witnessed. And in the soft light of the afternoon, with warm soup, a humid room, and two hands never letting go, a promise was born—tender, young, and rooted in the kind of love that only grows deeper with time.

The living room of the Ookami home was quiet, the kind of calm that settles in when snow falls gently outside and people inside are still absorbing something beautiful. Layla sat on the edge of the couch, Atsaq beside her, both still replaying the moment they'd just witnessed.

Atsaq handed Layla a cup of hot tea, steam curling into the air between them. "You okay?" she asked, her voice low and thoughtful.

Layla nodded slowly, her hand trembling slightly around the warm mug. "I just… I didn't expect to hear those words come out of Tooey's mouth. Not yet. Not so soon."

"And yet," Atsaq added with a soft smile, "they were exactly the right words for that moment."

Layla exhaled a light laugh, brushing a tear away. "Yeah… they really were."

She reached for Atsaq's laptop on the table and flipped it open. "I need to tell Walter."

Atsaq nodded, and Layla clicked through to the video chat. Within seconds, Walter's face popped up on screen. He looked relaxed but curious, standing in the kitchen of the upstairs living area of the Trading Post across town.

"Hey," he greeted, tilting his head. "Everything alright?"

Layla smiled. "Hi, sweetheart. Yeah, everything's okay. I just… needed to see your face for this one."

Walter frowned, concerned but patient. "What happened? Is Molly alright?"

"She's okay," Layla assured quickly. "Still groggy, but she's alert. She's sitting up, talking, eating."

Walter's shoulders eased a bit. "Good. So, what's got you looking like you've got a lot on your mind?"

Atsaq leaned forward so she was visible on the screen too. "Because we just watched our kids promise forever to each other."

Walter blinked. "What?"

Layla laughed softly. "Tooey… proposed to Molly."

Walter stared at them in disbelief. "You're serious?"

"They were holding hands," Layla said gently, "talking about never leaving each other's side. And then, as naturally as if he was saying good morning, Tooey asked her to marry him."

"And she said yes," Atsaq added, her voice almost reverent.

Walter rubbed a hand over his face, letting out a breath. "Whoa. That's… a lot to take in."

Just then, the front door opened, and Kenji stepped in, brushing snow from his parka. He paused when he saw Layla and Atsaq huddled around the laptop.

"What'd I miss?" he asked, setting his gloves down.

Layla turned the laptop so Walter could see Kenji too. "Kenji," she said, smiling warmly, "you'll want to sit down for this one."

He looked between them, then dropped onto the chair near the fire.

"Tooey proposed to Molly," Atsaq said again, gently.

Kenji's eyes widened. "He what?"

"She said yes," Layla echoed, chuckling now at the repeated surprise.

Kenji blinked a few times, then let out a low whistle. "Well… didn't see that coming. But I guess it makes sense."

Walter, still on the video call, shook his head slowly. "They're still so young."

"They are," Layla agreed. "And we told them that. We told them they'd need to wait. But Tooey wasn't trying to rush anything. He just needed her to know how he felt. That he sees a future. That he wants her in it."

"It wasn't about a wedding date," Atsaq added. "It was about hope."

Kenji leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "He's always been steady with her. This… feels right. Even if it's early."

Walter looked down, thoughtful. "I could walk over there in fifteen minutes, you know. I'm just across town. I could… I don't know, talk to her? Or maybe just be near."

Layla smiled softly. "You'll have time. She's eating now. But when she more better, I think she'd love to see her dad."

Walter looked back up, his voice softer now. "You think I should be worried?"

Layla and Atsaq exchanged a glance before Layla answered. "No. Be protective, yes. But worried? Not about them. They're going to need guidance, love, and a little time to grow into the promises they're starting to make. But they're good, Walter. They're really good."

Atsaq smiled. "Tooey's changed since Molly came into his life. He's more centered. And I see Molly light up around him—even when she's sick. That's not something we can ignore."

Kenji chuckled. "Who knew we'd all be sitting around talking about our kids' engagement after dinner?"

Walter laughed finally, a deep sound of disbelief and wonder. "Alright. I'll stop by later. I just… I don't know if I'm ready to hear my daughter call someone her fiancé."

Layla winked. "Then maybe just start with her calling him her Tooey. One step at a time."

They all smiled then—united in the strange, beautiful place between surprise and pride, between concern and celebration. Their kids were still young, yes—but their hearts had already begun to find a rhythm that beat in time with each other.

And now, as snow continued to fall softly outside, those watching from the sidelines knew: this was love worth helping to grow.

* Somewhere Between Nenana and Qyah *

The snow crunched softly under the tires as the Mumfords' vehicle glided along the road back to Qyah. The windshield wipers swept slowly, but inside the vehicle, it was anything but calm.

Trini was in the backseat, curled up in her winter jacket, still flushed from excitement and happiness. She could barely keep still.

"I swear, we were holding hands like, the entire time," she gushed, her eyes lit up as she leaned forward between the front seats. "And it wasn't like... weird. It felt—good. Like, really good. Not like 'school dance awkward good,' but... like it just fit. You know?"

Joy looked at Daniel, her lips twitching in amusement before glancing into the rearview mirror. "I think I know what you mean."

"And then we walked by the river," Trini continued, her voice softer now, dreamy. "The lights on the bridge were all lit up, and it was so quiet, and he just... kept looking at me like he didn't want the night to end. I didn't either."

Daniel chuckled under his breath. "Sounds like someone made quite the impression."

"I did, right?" Trini beamed. "I mean, I think he likes me—really likes me. He didn't even flinch when his sisters teased him, and trust me, they were relentless."

Joy turned in her seat, resting her arm on the back. "You know, while you were out being all starlit and swoony, your dad and I had a conversation with Robbie's parents."

Trini's eyes widened. "Wait... what kind of conversation?"

Daniel shrugged casually, as if what he was about to say wasn't going to send her into orbit. "Oh, just the kind where we planned for Robbie to visit Qyah sometime."

Trini let out a gasp so loud it echoed in the car. "WHAT?!" She shot upright in her seat like someone had set off fireworks under her. "You did what?! When?! Is he really coming?! What day?! How long is he staying? Are you serious right now?! MOM?! DAD?! SAY SOMETHING!"

Joy smiled serenely and turned back around. "Hmm… did you hear something, Daniel?"

"Nope. Just the wind," he replied, tapping the steering wheel innocently.

Trini stared at the backs of their heads, mouth open in stunned silence.

"You two are evil," she finally muttered, slumping back in her seat. "This is emotional sabotage. You can't just drop a bomb like that and not give details! This type of emotional abuse should be illegal."

Daniel and Joy exchanged a grin, thoroughly enjoying the suspense.

"Come on!" Trini groaned, tugging at her braids in frustration. "Can I at least know the month? Or if it's this year?!"

Joy peeked back and gave her a wink. "You'll know when he shows up."

"WHAT?!" Trini practically shouted again. "You mean he could just appear one day? Like knock on the door out of nowhere?! Oh no, I need a plan, I need to clean my room, Four Spots needs a bath—oh my gosh, what if I'm in my nightgown when he shows up?!"

Daniel snorted with laughter.

Joy tried to keep a straight face. "Guess you'll just have to be ready... at all times."

"This is the worst and best surprise ever," Trini mumbled, though her lips were curled in a smile. "I hate not knowing—but I love that he's coming."

She looked out the window, her face glowing from more than just the heater. Qyah was still a little ways ahead, but home already felt warmer than usual.

* Mumford Residence, A Little While Later *

The moment the Mumford's pulled into their driveway back in Qyah, Trini practically flung the car door open before the engine had fully stopped. Her eyes lit up as she spotted a familiar shape bounding toward her from the front porch—Four Spots, tail wagging wildly, ears perked and ready for reunion.

"FOUR SPOTS!" she squealed, dropping her bag and throwing her arms around her husky before he even had time to bark.

The dog yipped excitedly, licking her face and pressing his head into her chest as she hugged him tightly. She laughed, a little teary-eyed, and scratched behind his ears. "I missed you so much, boy. You have no idea. I was thinking about you every morning."

Daniel and Joy stepped out of the car, smiling at the scene. Joy leaned into her husband and whispered, "Well, at least we know someone else had their heart set on seeing her again."

Trini finally pulled back, still holding Four Spots by the neck as she looked him in the eyes. "I had the best time, but it still wasn't the same without you. Don't worry—I didn't forget you for a second."

With one last pat, she picked up her bag and headed inside, Four Spots happily trotting beside her.

Once in her room, Trini let out a long breath, taking in the comforting familiarity of her own space. She knelt beside her bag and began unpacking. Carefully, she removed her velvet dress from where she had gently folded it, holding it up with a fond smile before hanging it neatly in her closet. Her date dress deserved the best treatment.

She tossed her worn clothes into the hamper, shaking her head at how full the past few days had been—emotionally, physically, and even spiritually. Meeting Robbie's family, going on her first real date, the walk by the Tanana, their first kiss… it had all felt like a dream. A good one.

Just as she was zipping her bag closed, her mom's voice floated down the hallway. "Trini! Dinner's almost ready! Go hop in the shower and get comfy—we're keeping it easy tonight."

Daniel chimed in from the kitchen, "You've had a big couple of days, sweetheart. Let's wind down, okay?"

Trini smiled to herself, touched by the gentle concern in their voices. "Okay, I will!" she called back.

She turned to Four Spots, who had curled up on her rug and was watching her with sleepy eyes. "You stay right there, okay? I'll be quick."

She headed to the bathroom, heart full, still warm from everything that had happened—and from everything she had to look forward to.

Trini was already tucked away in her room, the soft hum of the heater making the space feel extra cozy after a long trip. Dinner had come and gone, and now she lay on her bed with Four Spots curled up beside her, his big husky eyes watching her every move like he'd missed her as much as she missed him.

With her phone in hand, she smiled quietly to herself. Mom said to wind down, she thought, but I just want to talk to him one more time.

Without hesitation, she tapped Robbie's name and started a video call. The screen blinked for a few seconds before his face appeared, and when it did, his smile lit up like sunlight.

"Hey, Trini," he said warmly, his voice just as soft and familiar as she remembered.

"Hi," she replied, her eyes brightening. "I just wanted to see you… one more time before I sleep."

Robbie grinned and sat back, clearly happy. "I was hoping you'd call."

They talked about small things—how tired they both were, the fun little moments they didn't get to mention earlier, and how weird it felt not to still be walking beside each other like they had the night before. Trini laughed as she described Four Spots nearly knocking her over with excitement when she called for him, when she got out of the car.

Robbie chuckled. "He probably thinks you were gone for a year."

"Honestly, it kinda felt that long without him," she admitted, scratching behind Four Spots' ears as he let out a happy groan.

There was a comfortable silence between them, one where words weren't needed—just the smiles and the closeness shared through a screen.

But eventually, Trini glanced at the clock and sighed. "I better get to sleep… Mom will totally check to make sure I did."

"I get it," Robbie said gently. "I should go too. Long day tomorrow."

They looked at each other a moment longer before saying their goodnights.

"Sweet dreams, Trini."

"You too, Robbie."

She ended the call slowly, the screen going dark. With a soft smile, she plugged her phone in, slid under her blankets, and curled up against Four Spots, who let out a deep contented sigh.

Her thoughts drifted back to Robbie—the sound of his voice, the way his hand felt in hers, the sparkle in his eyes when he smiled at her.

With a peaceful sigh, Trini whispered, "Good night," to the quiet room, and drifted off to sleep, wrapped in warmth, with her heart still glowing.

* Atalaw Residence, Nenana Alaska – The Next Day *

Back in Nenana, the warm scent of breakfast still lingered in the kitchen as Robbie stood in the hallway just outside the den, arms crossed, watching his sisters giggle over something on Halai's phone.

They were whispering—whispering—and not once had they tried to sabotage his morning. No cereal in his shoes, no teasing nicknames, no embarrassing recounts of his childhood. It was too quiet. Too normal.

Robbie cleared his throat loudly. "Alright. Who are you two, and what have you done with my real sisters?"

Alena looked up first, blinking innocently. "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Robbie said, stepping into the room. "Yesterday, you were all smiles and compliments. Today, I woke up and my toothbrush hadn't been dipped in hot sauce, and my flannel wasn't tied in a knot at the bottom of the laundry. Something's up. You two never miss an opportunity to make my life chaotic."

Halai exchanged a glance with Alena, then slowly grinned. "We were… being nice."

Robbie narrowed his eyes. "Right. And the moon is made of seal jerky. Spill it. Why the sudden change?"

Alena put her phone down and stood, crossing her arms. "Look, don't get used to it, okay? But we actually really like Trini. She's smart, sweet, funny… and somehow she makes you tolerable."

Halai jumped in. "Yeah, you weren't all awkward and moody like usual. It was... cute. And kinda shocking."

Robbie's ears turned pink. "So, this wasn't some kind of prank?"

"Nope," Alena said, giving him a light shove on the arm. "For real, Robs. We were proud of you."

Robbie blinked. "Proud. Of me?"

Halai nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, but don't let it go to your head. You're still a dork. Just a slightly more charming dork now."

He stared at them, genuinely thrown. "Okay, I'm officially weirded out."

Alena stepped closer and poked his forehead. "Don't get comfortable, little brother. This is just a rare moment of mercy. A blink in time."

Halai added, "Exactly. Think of it like spotting a rare bird. It's beautiful… but fleeting. We'll be back to tormenting you soon enough."

Robbie laughed despite himself, his suspicion slowly turning into gratitude. "So, what you're saying is… I should enjoy the peace while it lasts?"

Both girls nodded in unison, wicked smiles blooming on their faces.

"Absolutely," Alena said sweetly.

"And sleep with one eye open," Halai added with a wink.

Robbie threw up his hands. "There they are. Now I recognize you two."

He turned to walk away but paused, smiling softly. "Still… thanks."

Alena gave him a rare, genuine smile. "She's good for you, Robs."

Halai grinned. "Yeah. Don't mess it up."

As Robbie headed for the kitchen, he shook his head, still stunned by the twist of sibling fate. It was weird, but… kinda nice, too. And maybe, just maybe, this time he had his sisters' full support—at least when it came to Trini.

* Ookami Residence *

Molly lay nestled in the soft warmth of the blankets, her body still aching, her energy low, but her heart feeling lighter than it had in days. Tooey sat close beside her on the bed, their hands intertwined gently atop the covers. She let out a small sigh, her eyes fluttering halfway open to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed, a mix of the lingering fever and the comfort of knowing he was right there.

"You should rest, Tooey," she whispered, her voice still raspy but sweet. "You've been here all day, watching over me."

Tooey leaned in a little closer, brushing a loose strand of hair from her forehead with his fingers. His touch was soft, reverent. "You want me to rest?" he murmured, his voice warm and low. "Then move over." He gave her a playful but loving smile. "I'll rest holding you."

Molly blinked in surprise, then smiled—a real smile, one that made her eyes shimmer even in her tiredness. "You sure?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper now.

"I've never been more sure," Tooey said, already slipping off his shoes and carefully easing himself onto the bed beside her. "You're the only medicine I need."

She scooted over just enough to make space, her arms automatically curling around him as he settled in behind her. His arm wrapped gently around her waist, his body warm against her back, his chin resting lightly atop her head. Molly let out a long breath, the pain in her chest a little less noticeable now, the anxiety in her heart quieted.

"I missed this," she whispered.

"Me too," he replied, his voice slightly muffled in her hair. "I hated the days I couldn't be next to you."

"I still feel so weak," she admitted after a long pause, her fingers resting over his hand on her waist.

"That's okay," he murmured, giving her hand a squeeze. "I'll be your strength for a while. We'll take turns when you're better."

Molly closed her eyes again, the sound of his heartbeat steady and close, the weight of his arm grounding her in the best way. For the first time in days, she let herself relax completely. Not because the fever had broken, or the cough had gone—but because she wasn't alone in the fight. Tooey was here, and he wasn't going anywhere.

And with that thought, she drifted into the calmest rest she'd had since getting sick, wrapped in the quiet, fierce love of the boy who had always been her home.

Layla and Atsaq quietly stepped into the room to check on Molly. What they saw made them pause. Tooey was lying behind Molly in the bed, his arms gently wrapped around her as she rested against him, both of them looking so peaceful and close. A mix of emotions flickered across Atsaq's face—concern, love, frustration.

She moved closer and gently nudged them awake. Molly stirred first, blinking up at her with soft eyes. Tooey opened his eyes a moment later, his arms tightening briefly around Molly before loosening.

Atsaq's brows drew together as she placed her hands firmly on her hips. "Teekkone," she said, using his full name with a tone only a mother could master. "How long have you been in bed with her?"

Molly shifted a bit and replied sleepily, "He just joined me a few minutes ago, Atsaq."

Tooey nodded sheepishly. "She told me to rest, so I said, 'You want me to rest? Move over. I'll rest holding you.'" He gave a small, apologetic smile.

Atsaq let out a sigh and shook her head. "Tooey, you cannot be in bed with Molly. You know she could make you just as sick as she is right now. Come out of there this instant, young man."

Grumbling softly, Tooey obeyed. Layla moved to help him, gently lifting him out from behind Molly and guiding him back to his wheelchair. As she did, Atsaq's eyes caught something—his leg braces.

She frowned and crouched beside him, brushing a hand along the neoprene and straps. "How long have you been wearing those braces without removing them to let your legs rest?"

Tooey hesitated. "Since Saturday," he admitted with a wince.

Atsaq's eyes widened, and she raised her hands in exasperation, letting them fall against her thighs with a soft slap. "You stubborn boy. Be right back."

She disappeared down the hall, and a moment later returned with Kenji in tow. Kenji took one look at Tooey and just shook his head with a knowing smile.

"Come on, tough guy," he said, wheeling his chair around leading him out of the room and to the stairs. "Let's get you horizontal for a bit." He carried Tooey up the stairs and placed him into a sitting position on the bed before leaving and returning with his wheelchair.

In Tooey's room, Kenji helped him carefully into bed, unbuckled the braces, and removed them gently. Tooey let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

Kenji looked him in the eyes. "Tooey, listen. I know you want to be there for Molly every second, but you've got to take care of yourself too. If you push too hard, you'll end up back in the hospital—and then what? Molly will be even more upset and possibly alone. You want to be strong for her? Then rest when you need to."

Tooey nodded, eyes misty. "I just… I don't want her to feel alone, not even for a minute."

Kenji placed a hand on his shoulder. "She's not alone, son. Not with all of us here—and especially not with you here too. But being strong means knowing when to step back and breathe."

Tooey closed his eyes and sank into the pillows. "Thanks, dad."

Kenji smiled, brushing a bit of Tooey's hair back. "Anytime, little wolf. Now sleep. We'll wake you for dinner."

Back in Molly's room, Layla tucked her in again and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You've got a lot of people who love you, sweetheart."

Molly nodded weakly, her hand still reaching toward the doorway where Tooey had just been. "I know, Mom… I know."

Layla smiled, brushing her daughter's hair back. "And he'll be right back once he gets his rest too."

Molly's smile was faint, but it was there. "Good. I'll be waiting."

* Atalaw Residence, Nenana, Alaska *

Robbie was sprawled across his bed, arms behind his head, gazing up at the ceiling with a half-confused, half-amused smile on his face. "They've got to be possessed," he muttered, thinking about his sisters' oddly kind behavior after his date. They hadn't teased him once—just gave him real smiles and told him they were happy for him. It was weird. Too weird.

There was a soft knock before the door creaked open and his mom peeked inside.

"Hey kiddo," she said with a warm smile. "Can I come in?"

Robbie sat up and nodded, grinning. "Yeah, sure."

She walked in and sat on the edge of his bed, brushing her fingers gently over his hair the way she used to when he was little. "So... how was your date?" she asked gently, eyes full of interest.

Robbie blinked, surprised. "It was... amazing," he admitted, a little embarrassed but too happy to hold it back. "We had dinner, talked about everything... then walked along the river. The lights were beautiful, and—" He looked down, cheeks flushing. "It just felt right, you know? Like I've known her longer than I have."

His mom's expression softened, and she reached out to squeeze his hand. "That's wonderful, sweetheart. I'm really glad."

He smiled, then narrowed his eyes playfully. "Okay, but real talk—what did you do to my sisters? They've been suspiciously sweet since last night."

She laughed and shook her head. "I had a little talk with them. Told them to ease up on the teasing—for one night, at least. I thought you deserved that."

Robbie's jaw dropped slightly. "So that's why they were being all weirdly supportive? They didn't even crack a single joke!"

His mom shrugged with a sly smile. "They love you, Robbie. And they really like Trini too. Don't worry—they promised me they'll go back to teasing you again soon enough."

Robbie rolled his eyes and grinned. "Of course they will."

They sat there quietly for a few moments, the room filled with a comfortable stillness.

"Thanks, Mom," he said softly. "For talking to them... and for caring."

She leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Always, my boy."

As she got up and walked toward the door, she glanced back with a teasing smile. "Also... don't think this means I won't be grilling Trini with twenty questions next time I see her."

Robbie groaned, throwing a pillow at her as she laughed and closed the door behind her.

He lay back down, the smile returning to his lips, heart full.

Robbie sat cross-legged on his bed, still thinking about what his mom had said just a few minutes earlier. Interrogate her? Really, Mom? He ran a hand through his hair, grabbed his laptop, and opened it with a sigh.

He clicked Trini's name and hit the video call button.

A moment later, Trini's bright smile filled the screen. "Hey, you," she said, brushing some hair behind her ear.

"Hey," he said, his voice softer than usual, but the edges of his mouth curled up automatically. "I, uh… I need to tell you something."

Trini blinked. "What's going on?"

Robbie scratched the back of his neck, unsure of how to say it. "So… my mom just told me she's planning to interrogate you."

Trini's smile faltered, replaced by wide, questioning eyes. "What? Interrogate me? Why?! What did I do?"

He shrugged helplessly, his expression halfway between apologetic and amused. "No idea. I think she's just curious. You know… being a mom and all. But I figured I should warn you."

Trini let out a laugh, one hand resting on her chest. "Oh wow. Okay. Thanks for the heads-up, I guess. I'll wear armor next time."

Robbie chuckled. "Might be a good idea."

Just then, there was a knock on his door. "Come in," he said without thinking, eyes still on Trini's amused face.

The door creaked open, and in stepped Mrs. Atalaw, holding a small laundry basket. "Honey, who are you talking to?"

Robbie froze. "Uh—"

Mrs. Atalaw glanced at the laptop screen—and then smiled as soon as she saw Trini. "Oh! Hi Trini."

Robbie's mouth opened, but nothing came out fast enough.

Mrs. Atalaw stepped closer, peering into the screen. "Hi, sweetheart. I have so much I wanted to ask you." She looked at her son, then grinned. "I'll be borrowing this for just a moment, dear."

"Wait, what—Mom—!" Robbie stood up, but she had already picked up the laptop and cradled it like a serving tray.

Trini looked surprised and amused on the screen. "Um… hi, Mrs. Atalaw."

"Oh, no need for the formalities," she said warmly, walking out of the room with the laptop in her hands. "We're going to have a little chat woman to woman, just you and me. Don't worry—I'll be gentle. Maybe."

"Mom!" Robbie called out, chasing after her.

"Robbie," she said over her shoulder, "you said you wanted her to get to know the family, didn't you?"

Trini couldn't help but laugh, eyes wide and sparkling as she looked at Robbie from the screen. "I think your mom is scarier than your sisters."

Robbie groaned from behind her. "Send help…"

Mrs. Atalaw carried the laptop to the kitchen table, settling it down in a spot lit by the overhead lights. The screen glowed with the video call already in progress, showing Trini's face peeking nervously from her home in Qyah.

Trini watched as Mrs. Atalaw moved about the cozy kitchen, grabbing a mug and pouring herself a fresh cup of coffee. Her calm movements and gentle humming made Trini relax a little—just a little.

When Mrs. Atalaw finally sat down in front of the screen, warm steam curling from her cup, she looked straight at Trini and smiled. "Trini, I don't bite," she said kindly, her eyes soft with amusement. "Go on, get comfortable. Grab yourself something to drink while we chat."

Trini blinked, then gave a small smile. "Okay, yes ma'am," she said, her voice still slightly uncertain.

She picked up her laptop carefully and carried it through the hallway, her socked feet padding quietly on the floor. She placed it on the kitchen table at home and angled the screen so Mrs. Atalaw could still see her. After a moment's thought, Trini opened a cupboard, grabbed her favorite mug—the one with the dancing bears—and made herself some hot chocolate.

When she sat back down, she gently placed the steaming mug in front of her and looked at the screen. Mrs. Atalaw raised an eyebrow, playful.

"Hot chocolate?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

Trini gave a shy laugh and nodded. "It's my favorite when I'm nervous."

"Good choice," Mrs. Atalaw replied warmly, taking a slow sip of her coffee. "Let's talk, sweetheart. I just wanted to get to know the young woman who stole Robbie's smile."

Trini's eyes widened in surprise, then slowly her cheeks flushed with a warm pink. She hugged her mug closer, suddenly feeling a little braver.

"I didn't mean to steal anything," she said softly, a playful glimmer in her eyes. "But… I guess I'm glad I did."

They both laughed gently, and the nervousness began to melt away like snow in early spring.

Mrs. Atalaw gave Trini a gentle smile, her eyes kind and full of understanding. "Oh, sweetheart," she said softly, "when I said you took something from my boy, I didn't mean it in a bad way. I just meant… you took his smile and made it brighter. You gave him something real. He's been lighter on his feet ever since you two spent time together."

Trini's shoulders, which had tensed up from worry, slowly relaxed. She let out a small breath, relieved that Mrs. Atalaw didn't think badly of her.

"I'm really glad you see it that way," Trini said, her voice soft. "I care about him a lot."

"That's easy to see, Trini. But let me ask you something—was Robbie a complete gentleman on your date?"

Trini nodded instantly, her head bobbing with conviction. "Yes, ma'am, he was. Completely respectful. He didn't make me feel uncomfortable or pressured at all."

Mrs. Atalaw studied her face a moment longer, then her voice dipped just slightly more serious, but still warm. "And… he was never inappropriate?"

Trini's voice came out firm, unwavering. "Never. The only thing he did was hold my hand—and it made me feel safe, like I mattered. Like he was happy just being with me."

Her eyes softened as she smiled at the memory. "We walked by the Tanana River. He told me about the history, the land, the lights on the bridge… it was so peaceful. And when it was time to go back, he walked me all the way to the lodge. He didn't even try anything. But when we stopped by the door…" Trini hesitated a moment, cheeks turning pink. "I kissed him. He didn't push it or even expect it. It was all me."

Mrs. Atalaw chuckled softly, her eyes glistening just a little. "My boy," she said fondly, "he really is growing up. And you, Trini, are a breath of fresh air in his life. Thank you for being so good to him."

Trini looked down, a little shy but beaming, her heart feeling lighter than it had all day. "He's easy to be good to."

Mrs. Atalaw continued praising her. "Then maybe… this is the beginning of something beautiful for both of you."

* Ookami Residence, Middle of the Night *

The room was dark except for the soft glow of the humidifier and the occasional flash from the light outside the window. Molly shifted under the covers, her brow damp with sweat, her breathing light and uneven. The fever had crept up again, and with it came dreams—strange, vivid, unsettling dreams that danced on the edge of reality.

In her dream, she was back at the Trading Post.

She sat up in her bed and looked around. The room looked exactly as she remembered, but something was... off. It was too quiet. Too still. She slipped her feet into her slippers and walked across the wooden floor, the boards creaking under her steps. She opened the door and peeked into the hallway—empty.

"Mom? Dad?" she called, but there was no answer.

She made her way downstairs. The counter was empty. No voices came from the back room. The chairs were still untouched. A silence hung in the air, thick and eerie.

Panic tugged at her chest as she walked toward the front window. Outside, the sun was shining—bright and golden—but there was no snow on the ground. No customers walking the paths. No dogs barking. No sound at all.

She opened the door and stepped outside. Oddly, it wasn't cold. It was... warm. Comfortably so. Like the world had tilted sideways, and the seasons had slipped out of place. And still—no one.

She took a few steps forward, her heart thudding in her ears. "Tooey?" she called, her voice trembling. "Tooey, where are you?"

Back in the real world, Tooey stirred in his bed.

His sleep had been restless, his heart oddly uneasy. Something pulled at him—a weight he couldn't explain. He sat up and turned to the hallway. Without hesitation, he called out to his father, Kenji.

A few minutes later, his father entered and gave him a questioning look.

"Dad. Can you help me get downstairs?" Tooey asked quietly, the urgency in his voice clear.

Kenji didn't ask questions. He helped Tooey into his wheelchair and made sure he was settled. Then, Tooey wheeled himself out into the hall and by the stairs. Kenji picked him up and down carried him to the bottom of the steps.

From his position, he heard his name being called, softly at first. When his father brought the wheelchair down, he quickly sat down and rolled towards the guest room.

As he reached the door, he heard her—his name being called in a voice laced with fear.

"Tooey!" Molly's voice cried out again. "Tooey, where are you?!"

He pushed the door open, heart hammering.

Inside, Molly was tossing under the covers, her face pale, flushed with fever. Her arms reached out blindly, her lips quivering with panic.

Without hesitation, he rolled to her side and grabbed her outstretched hand, cradling it tightly in his own. "I'm right here," he whispered, voice thick with emotion. "Molly... I'm here."

Her eyes fluttered, still trapped somewhere between dream and waking.

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered again, brushing his fingers against her cheek. "I've got you."

Her breathing slowly calmed, and though her fever still burned, the wild panic faded from her face. Her hand clung to his like it was the only thing keeping her grounded to this world.

Tooey leaned in close and rested his forehead next to hers on the damp pillow. "Please get some rest Gaarrufurendo." he whispered softly, a tender smile forming on his lips. "I'll rest holding you." Hearing him in her dreams, she slowly smiled but remained asleep.

With her hand still in his, Tooey stayed right there, keeping the night—and her dreams—from carrying her away again.

A little later, Molly lay back against her pillows, the gentle hum of the humidifier wrapping her in a warm, soothing mist. Her breathing was still labored, and she looked pale, but her eyes sparkled a little more than they had earlier. Tooey was leaned over beside her bed, their fingers laced together. He rubbed small circles into her palm with his thumb, watching her closely with eyes full of concern and love.

She gave him a tired smile. "You've been with me all night… you should rest, Teekkone."

Tooey's lips curled into a small grin. "I am resting, in my own way." he told her softly.

Molly nodded gently.

He leaned in closer, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. "If you would like to move over," he whispered, voice filled with warmth. "I'll rest… holding you like I did the last time you were here."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and her eyes shimmered with emotion. She shifted to one side slowly, making space for him. Tooey carefully maneuvered himself next to her, mindful not to disturb her set-up or cause her any discomfort. Once he was lying beside her, he slid one arm under her shoulders, pulling her gently against him.

She exhaled softly, melting into his side, her head resting near his shoulder. "This is the best medicine," she murmured.

He kissed the top of her head. "I'm not going anywhere, Shaeeyaa. I'll be right here."

Wrapped in the warm mist, the blankets, and each other's arms, the room felt like a small, safe world away from everything else. Despite her fever, despite the fatigue weighing on her, Molly smiled. Her body might have still felt weak, but her heart felt full—safe in the presence of the boy she loved, who held her as if she was the most precious thing in the world.

They didn't need to say much more. Their silence was filled with the steady rhythm of love, comfort, and the simple magic of being held. As time passed realized that she was soaked.

"I think she's going to need to take another warmish bath, to bring her temp down. He thought to himself.

Tooey and Molly lay curled up in bed together, the soft whir of the humidifier surrounding them in a cocoon of warm air. His arms were wrapped gently around her, her head tucked beneath his chin, their breathing in quiet sync. Molly, though still flushed and weak, looked more at peace than she had all day. Her body trembled slightly now and then, but every time it did, Tooey would instinctively pull her in just a little closer, holding her like she was the most precious thing in his world.

"You want me to rest?" he whispered into her hair, brushing his cheek against her temple. "Then move over a bit… I'll rest holding you."

Molly never tired of hearing him say that. Molly gave a soft, tired laugh, her voice raspy. "You're already holding me, silly."

"Good," he whispered. "Then I'm already halfway asleep."

Outside the door, Atsaq and Layla stood in the quiet hallway. They had come to check on them, but paused when they saw the two nestled together under the covers. Layla felt the breath catch in her chest as she took in the sight—her daughter so sick, yet wrapped in such warmth and love. Atsaq gently touched her arm and inclined her head toward the hallway.

They stepped away and closed the door softly behind them, leaving the teens in peace.

In the living room, Atsaq exhaled slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "She's sweating through her clothes again," she said, concern threading through her tone. "We're going to need to get her into another warm bath. It'll help bring the fever down again."

Layla looked at her with worry etched across her face. "Is there anything we haven't tried? Something we're missing?"

Atsaq gave a small shake of her head. "Not here. We've done everything we can with what we have. But to really find out what's going on, she'll need more tests. Ones I can't run here—I'd need the hospital."

Layla's eyes drifted back toward the closed door, her heart aching for her daughter. "So… we'll have to take her back in?"

Atsaq nodded quietly.

After a beat of silence, Layla whispered, "And I assume… Tooey can't go with her, can he?"

Atsaq looked away for a moment, then gave a slow, solemn nod.

Layla pressed her lips together, her heart caught between worry and sorrow. "That's going to break both their hearts."

Atsaq sighed. "I know. But right now… getting her well is what matters most."

They both stood in silence for a few moments longer, the weight of the coming days settling heavily between them.

Yup'ik Dictionary

Waquaa! – Hello

Aana – Mother

Tua-I-Ngunrituq – Goodbye

Tuntuvak – Moose

Quyana – Thank you

Gaarrufurendo – Girlfriend in Japanese

Watashi no Gaarrufurendo – My girlfriend in Japanese

Angniq anutiiq elpenum – Happy Birthday to You

Gwich'in Dictionary

Shgguya – My grandchild

Ti'yaa – My father

Dak Niighit – "She rises into the air" Layla Mabray's Native name.

Shchada'a – My grandfather

Dinjik – Moose

Khoh t'án - Rose

Shahnyaa – One who informs us – Molly's native name

Shaeeyaa - Shimmering Stars, comic book hero created by Molly.

Sha'oodèe- Boyfriend

Va'oodèe – Girlfriend

Qaspeg – Tunic length, (falling between hip and knees) hooded overshirt with a large front pocket

Shii neet'ihthan nakhwan – I love you

Ch'oondaii - Medicine

Shroonch'yaa – It is fun; It is joyful