With her eyes closed it was hard to hear the difference between water and wind. She looked out the window. The window Theo made. Or was that the wrong way to think about it? Rebuilt? The wood he’d taken from a nearby home. The glass too. The nails and screws had been found in various places. They had boxes of the things. Theo told her they would need them. For what? she’d asked. He’d said, For the others that would come.
Cutting through the sound of wind and water came the squeal of Vlael’s laughter. Then Theo’s. Kaia smiled. Couldn’t this be enough? Just the three of them. Maybe a forth, in time. A little boy, or another daughter. It didn’t matter. She used to think it did, before Vlael. Now all she thought about was keeping them together, keeping them as one, for as long as possible.
That wasn’t how Theo thought. Ever since The Fall he talked about fixing things, getting things back, finding others, rebuilding. Kaia would ask him Why? and How? What about the star storms? How can we rebuild when those happen every six months? But Theo waved her questions away. He said they’d find a way.
They agreed on that point. They would find a way. Life finds a way. She’d once read (or heard?) that nature is that which selects. She wondered what that meant for her, for Theo, and Vlael. What had they been selected for?
The kettle on the stove began to whistle. Kaia went to the stove and filled three mugs. She added tea bags to two and a couple spoonfuls of powdered chocolate to the other. Not long from now and things like tea and chocolate would become a thing of the past. Maybe Theo was right, maybe they did need other people in their life. An idea began to form in Kaia’s head, something to do with food and people.