#Chapter 100: Epilogue

"Marcus!" I shout, tripping over the last step at the bottom of the staircase. "Ouch! Damn it, we need to get that fixed. Marcus, where are you?" "I'm in here, carina," Marcus calls back. He comes out of the kitchen with a raised eyebrow. "Just making your coffee. I think I've almost got this machine figured out, I swear." I burst out laughing. "It's been five years, honey. I think if you were going to get along with that machine, it would've happened by now." "My people did very well without overly-complicated coffee machines for centuries," Marcus says, pretending to be offended. "I think I'm doing very well at this battle between Wolf and Machine, my dearest." "Well, abandon that battle for a moment and go upstairs for another one," I say. "I have a great challenge for you." Marcus groans. "Please tell me it's not a battle of Wolf versus Baby Poop." "More like Father versus Daughter," I say. "I don't know how or why she manages to take her diaper off in the middle