"I think its just nervousness the closer this gets. I haven't told Brian, but I keep having some vague nightmares. Nothing specific. But a lot of Dark Arts things."
"I've been having them, too, Khaat," Kate reassured her. "And I share them with your father so that if anything I see is helpful to him, he has it. I thought it was because he had me searching Dumbledore's pensieve for every single memory Dumbledore put in there. Its taken weeks."
"I...didn't know."
"No, I know."
"What's Daddy working on?"
"He refuses to say. I see him talking to Michael a lot these days. Sometimes Thaor. But no one else."
"Then its big," Khaat sighed.
"I think so, yes," Kate said. "But you know as well as I do that there isn't a better strategist in our world than your father. Do you think you're picking up on his tension?"
"Maybe. And I worry about what will happen to Dakota when the day comes that Mis comes for her and rips her away from everything she's ever known when Mis doesn't even come to see her. Not even on her breaks."
"Khaat, stop. Abbey and Dakota are loved. They are two of the most well adjusted one year olds I know. Don't borrow trouble that you don't know will ever come. Don't stress yourself or those babies anymore than you need to."
"And why the hell can't Rob ever be a man? Ever?"
"Khaat," Kate said. "Listen. You love Brian and Brian loves you. Having Rob here would only complicate it. He has never wanted to be a part of Abbey. His relationship about you was little more than sex--at least on his part. Let it go. You have so much more now, and you know it." Kate assembled a smore for Khaat and handed it to her. "Here. Enjoy." Then Kate assembled one for herself. "You're going to be miserable if your father puts you on bedrest. You'll drive yourself crazy. If he does that, you need to make yourself comfortable in the living room. You need contact with people. Not being off by yourself. Do yourself a favor and get the chessboard out and challenge your father. He needs the diversion just as much as you do. And since Remus died, I can just about count on the fact that any time he's stressed, you are too, automatically. You two are connected in ways very few people will ever understand. You need something to keep your mind and your hands busy."
"Maybe," Khaat agreed.