In which Kris finds a puppy and the laws of probability change dramatically.

Kris is Fairy, Adam is elf, Kris gets pregnant...crack-tackular

In 1683 the first boat carrying fey landed in Virginia. Receiving ill welcome from the young American colonies, most of the passengers and the ones who followed after chose to go west, eventually establishing the new kingdom of Western Faerie in the Pacific Northwest. Distrust of Faerie persisted in the east and traveled outwards as the United States and its ally, the Kingdom of Texas, spread west into the lands bordering those claimed by the fey. Two years ago Kris Allen, lost to himself after a bitter three-year war, answered a newspaper ad and headed west to the chaotic borderland known as South California. He'd hoped, in a land with no loyalties, he could find respite from his own divided nature. What he found was something else.