Coming home felt amazing mentally, even if it physically sucked.
After passing through the gate, Abaddon, Ayaana, and Zahara once again stood atop the wooden gates underneath their home.
The air was heavier than they remembered it being. But perhaps that was just them being unused to different spaces again.
For a moment, they stood there. Each of them catching their breath and trying to get their bearings about them.
And then, without any prior provocation, they looked at each other and smiled. They were really home.
Abaddon hugged his wives properly for the first time in... he wasn't sure how long.
Zahara removed the glass helmet she'd been living in and chucked it over her shoulder casually.
Like a desperate woman, she grabbed Abaaddon and Ayaana with one hand and kissed them both openly.
They, in turn, wrapped their arms around her and kissed her back with just as much desperation.
"Yuck. Affection."
"Would you shut up, Nug! I'm watching this!"