Eron stepped inside the caravan.
"Well," he said as he shut the door. "This is it. Our first night in the caravan."
Friday looked up from what she was doing in the tiny kitchen and grinned at him. They had now been married for almost a month and after their Honeymoon in Orlando, Floridia they had made a brief stop at Eron's parents place and were now in Australia. They had hired out a car and caravand and were planning to travel around for at least a year.
"Hope the bed's comfy," Friday replied.
"I guess we'll find out, huh?"
"I'm sure if it's not we can soften it up."
"Unless you prefer a firm mattress..."
"You didn't... never mind."
"What?"
"Sorry I was making a dirty suggestion. I think I've been friends with Julie and Zac for too long."
"Ahh," Eron nodded. "Oh! Yeah okay, I get it now."
Friday giggled.
"In either case I'm sure my atom manipulation can fix the mattress," Friday considered. "Maybe. Not sure. I haven't tried something like that before with it."
Eron smiled and sat down on the small lounge.
"I wonder if our kids will have powers," he mused.
Friday shrugged.
"Mine were latent. I think I read somewhere that hybrids with latent or no powers are less likely to have children with powers so yeah."
"Ahh."
"Never know."
Eron shrugged.
"Either way, God knows what he's doing when he designs our kids."
Friday smiled as she brought their dinner to the table and sat down next to her new husband.
"I'm not sure which I like better. The idea of our kids being randomly created by whichever sperm and egg meet, or that they're marticulously designed by God. Because y'know, given the number of genetic defects out there one has to wonder why God would make people that way."
"Haven't the foggiest."
"No well thought out response to that?"
Eron chuckled.
"I could give you the generic 'ours not to reason why' response."
Friday snickered.
"But seriously though, there could be any number of reasons - and there are any number of reasons, some of which are even mentioned in the Bible, like family curses or some especial purpose. I stopped trying to figure out how God thinks a long time ago. Seriously, there are things that seemed so big and important at some time in my life and nowadays I barely given them a second thought, and then there are other little things that I basically took for granted and next thing I know I can look back and see that if that thing didn't happen or if it happened differently then I wouldn't be where I am now."
"Or you could just be imagening things."
"I thought you believed in God now too," Eron teased her.
"I do... but one doesn't stop being a skeptic overnight y'know."
"True enough. I like the idea of God designing our kids. No matter what their genetic make up turns out to be, powers or not, defective genes or not, I know that they came out exactly as God intended and that He has a purpose for their life, just as He has for ours."
Friday nodded slowly as she speared her food with her fork.
"Know what that purpose is?"
"Not a clue. Like I said, I stopped trying to work out how God thinks a long time ago."
Friday chuckled.
"Patrol after dinner?"
"Sure."