Nahmir couldn't believe it. When he had gone over to Florence's house to drop off a rather sizable pot, he had no idea that he would fall head over heels for the hybrid of his dreams. They were perfect and adorable in every way, and Nahmir felt himself inspired by their presence in his life. Nahmir had been sculpting more, painting more, creating more ... and now, Nahmir wanted to create something of a different sort. Nahmir wanted to have children. With Flo.

His family wouldn't approve. It wasn't an approved match, and his family didn't even know Flo. Not only did his family not approve of his artistic lifestyle, they wanted him involved in the business. But, Nahmir was fairly set on his life path. He wanted to create, to make forms with his hands, and to live a life filled with sensory delights. He didn't want to warp himself in to something dark and sinister like his family demanded of him ... that was why he had run away, why Nahmir had tried so hard to keep himself concealed from his family.

Flo was his saving grace ... and their children, hopefully, would be spared the upbringing he was forced to endure ...