"Looks fine. There's no right or wrong with it. Just have fun with it. Thats what this is about. Just fun and family," he smiled. "Oh, jeez, my quiche." He grabbed a large kitchen towel and used it as a potholder to take the quiche out of the oven. He checked it and smiled, relieved. "Good. Perfect. Just the way I wanted it. I made an extra large one. Khaat has an extra large quiche pan, I have no idea where the deuce she got it, but it makes just the right amount of quiche. Its a dickens to bake in, though and get the quiche to come out cooked in the center. It has to be done just right so that the center is done but the outside edge isn't burnt. Its really a tricky thing to do. Actually, Khaat showed me the knack to it herself."
Kate went upstairs and came down a few moments later with a baby in each arm. "You know, it won't be much longer before we can't carry the two of them together like this. You'd never know now that they were both premature. Or that Abbey is a month older than Dakota. They've done really exceptionally well, Khaat. You are a wonderful mother."
"I've had a lot of help," Khaat said.
"They're wonderful little girls," Kate smiled. "You should be proud."
"I am."
"Khaat," Kate put the girls on the floor, where Mo and Max almost ran to the babies to greet them. It made Kate laugh. "Those cats are great babysitters."
"Especially Max," Khaat smiled. "Mo gets bored with Dakota easily. Mo's a better babysitter when they're napping."
"I noticed. Khaat, what are your thoughts about last night?"
"Honestly?"
"Yes. I have never asked you to lie."
"I was glad you were all there to make sure I didn't end up getting killed in the process of getting rid of Burke."
"Well, it had to be done," Kate said. "He was a murderous madman. There was no other choice."
"I'd have died if you all hadn't been there," Khaat said softly.
"Thats what family does, Dear," she smiled.
"But...should I have been able to take him myself?"
"No," Kate replied. "Absolutely not. The organization tried for years to get rid of him. He was a difficult target. There was no other way to eliminate him other than as we did. And, your father believes Gelding was actually glad to be rid of him."
"Well, that makes two of us," Khaat sighed, sipping on her coffee. It was getting cold. She debated going to the kitchen to warm it up but she just didn't feel like getting up. So she drank it cold.