and less necessary. Of course, that just meant that she spent even more time with Kaydin and Jerrod.
She glanced over her shoulder. “I just need another minute,” she said with a smile. She grabbed the last of the paper “fish” cutouts—Desconian fish weren’t at all like the ones she’d known on Earth—and fastened it to the classroom wall. She’d been working as a teacher’s aide since the day Kaydin had helped her get the job, and she’d truly never been happier. She hadn’t ever considered teaching before, but she found a true contentment dealing with bright young minds each day.
Of course, it could have something to do with the fact that children on Descon were precious. With so few females able to conceive, the children who were born were celebrated and protected and given every opportunity to succeed. And yet, despite their indulgent treatment, few of them seemed to be spoiled. Energetic, enthusiastic, bouncy, exhausting some days, but never bratty.
It was quite an eye-opener. With so many children born on Earth every year, attitudes, education, and even protection had been apathetic at best. If Serena were to have a child, this was where she would like to raise him or her.
But of course, whenever she thought of having children, her mind slid to who she would want as her child’s father, and Jerrod and Kaydin were always top of that list. Well, more like the only ones on that list. The trouble was that they were already promised to this mysterious Sara. Serena knew her time with these two wonderful men was limited and that the relationship she had with them was probably more in her head than real. Yet she couldn’t help daydream what a future would be like with both of them.
“I need to drop by the market. I promised Jerrod that I would bake another vegetable lasagna tonight,” she said as she washed the sticky glue and colorful paints from her skin. Craft day was one of her favorite days, but for some reason no matter how much she tried to avoid it she always ended up covered in whatever they were working with.
Kaydin grinned. “Marry me,” he said dramatically with his hands pressed over his heart. Serena giggled at his silliness. “No, seriously,” he said with a wink that suggested he wasn’t serious at all. “My mother always told me that if I found someone who could cook that I should marry them first chance I got.”
“Uh-huh,” Serena said with a smile. “I think your husband might want a say in that.”
“Actually,” Kaydin said, turning serious all of a sudden, “Jerrod would be very happy.”
Serena couldn’t help herself. She knew it was none of her business, but she had to ask her question anyway. “What about Sara?”
“Sara?” he asked in a startled voice. “You think we’re waiting for Sara?”
“Aren’t you?”
“Heck, no. About a week after we met you the screening team on Earth managed to track her down. It seems that signing up for a marriage on Descon had been her way of making her boyfriend jealous enough to marry her. Once he proposed she simply ‘forgot’ to get on the transport.”
“Seriously?” She believed him, every word, but it just seemed such callous behavior. It was true that there was no emotional involvement when signing up to be a modern-day mail-order bride, but the woman’s behavior seemed appalling nevertheless. “It sounds like you and Jerrod dodged a bullet that day. You’re far better off without a woman of such fickle decision making.”
“I agree,” Kaydin said, his smile firmly back in place.
“So will you apply for another?” Serena asked as she shook her hands dry and grabbed her carry bag from her desk drawer.
Kaydin looked surprised by her question. Maybe even a little hurt.
“No, we won’t be applying for another human bride.”
“Oh,” Serena said, trying to hide the little leap in her heart rate. It was silly to fantasize over two men so far out of her realm of possibility, but her silly brain did