The celebration carried on late into the night. My horde was happy and excited about the future—eating, drinking, laughing among themselves, calling their friends who had left us, or family that lived among hordes to share our good news. By the time I carried Edain to bed, he was already half asleep on my shoulder before he hit the mattress. While he groped at my body, and muttered sleepily, I undressed him and tucked him under the blankets before joining him. Any plans I may have had about a private celebration were put to rest when he passed out. It…