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It was the middle of the night, and Gen was unable to recharge.
Not that she minded. She was content to listen to the purr of her bondmate's engine while he slept, as well as the soft squeaks and clicks that Caleendi made while snoozing in the crib she and Psych had constructed for the sparkling. Never before had she ever imagined having a stationary home with a family of her own, outside of her Creator and brother.
She layed there, just listening, for several moments as snatches of engaging prose drifted across her CPU. She never did finish reading that poem she found on Dreadnought's datapad. And, with everyone resting, she was clear to finish it without being caught.
Her mind made up, Gen slowly slid off the recharge berth and made her way to desk.
Easily procuring the datapad, she settled herself down on the couch in the other room and picked up where she left off.