“It’ll be her birthday soon… maybe we can redo your old room for her.”
“Sure, it’s not like I need it anymore.”
“Too right you don’t” Lor said, sneaking an arm around his waist and pulling him close.
“We can’t convert the nursery. The amount of times you get abducted now I wouldn’t be surprised if we needed it again soon enough.”
Lor rolled his eyes and kissed his boyfriend’s neck. It was true, though. It seemed that ever since they had found out the pollination was successful, the Sixans were determined to replicate the results. Lor could understand – he was a scientist after all – but still, it was getting ridiculous. Pretty much every month or two he would find himself beamed aboard one ship or another.
“I really need to have a word with them about. I mean, I get that they’re excited but it’s not on, is it?”
Lor woke with a familiar pull in his chest. Had it been a month already? He pulled on some clothes and walked outside to the normal pick-up point. They hardly needed mind control anymore – he knew the drill.
“Mal? What’re you doing outside?”
“There’s a really pretty light in the sky.”
Malik sounded strange tonight, trance-like and vague. Lor realised what was happening just before another light shone down.
Lor fell back to the ground with a thump, memory erased and eyes unfocused. He no longer panicked when this happened, tending to just go straight back to bed. It wasn’t until he saw that the bed was empty that he remembered the other events of the night.
He ran outside, eyes searching the sky for a sign. Surely they wouldn’t keep him much longer? He lay down on the ground and waited, worry twisting his insides. He could remember how Lissa had been the first time they’d taken Morgan. He’d thought she’d been over-reacting at the time, but now he understood.
“Please, bring him back.”
The hum of the transporter beam had never been more welcome.
“Wow… they were pretty lights.”
Lor leapt up, reaching out for him before stopping. Maybe he wouldn’t want to be touched right now.
“Mal? Are you ok?”
Malik turned to Lor with a giddy smile on his face and walked straight up to him before falling forward into his arms. Lor only just managed to catch him. His heart raced as he felt for a pulse. Still there, thank goodness. A soft snore reached his ears, and he laughed quietly. Trust him to fall asleep right away.
“I love you” he whispered, and gathered the other man up, carrying him back to bed.
“Morning. I made breakfast.”
Lor opened his mouth to ask about last night but was silenced with a kiss. “I’m fine, love.”
One Month Later
“Mal? You still in the shower? Breakfast is nearly done.”
Malik was having a bit of a panic in the bathroom, actually.
His stomach had just glowed.
Lor put the remaining ingredients back in the fridge and carried two plates into the dining room, setting them at the usual places. He’d just turned back to the kitchen to get a drink when his stomach began to pulse and spark.
Well, he knew what that meant. Excitement and adrenaline rushed through his body. He had to tell Mal. They were going to have another baby.
Malik sat down, heart in his throat as he thought about how to best broach the subject. He took a mouthful of food and rehearsed the words in his head, peeking out of the corner of his eyes to see Lor smiling at him. His worries began to melt away, and he inhaled deeply before speaking.
The looked at each other and grinned.
“You first,” Lor said, putting down his cutlery.
“… how did you know you were pregnant?”
Lor gaped at him. How did he know already?
“Is it that obvious?”
“Is what obvious?” Malik asked, confused.
“That I’m pregnant.”
“Yeah! I was going to tell you.”
“I didn’t know! I was talking about me!”
“My stomach began to glow and-”
They gazed at each other in shock, before bursting into laughter.
“Well, I knew I wanted a big family, but this is slightly ridiculous. Are you ok with it?”
Malik looked down at himself. When he’d been a young teen doing those ‘What do you see yourself doing in ten years’ projects, he certainly hadn’t predicted this. Ah yes, he could see himself writing it now. In ten years I see myself as a pregnant techie married to the cute boy in my maths class. Then he caught himself. They weren’t married.
He allowed himself a small smile. Yet. The ring he’d bought was hidden in a drawer, just waiting for the right time. He didn’t know how long it would be until that time came, but he was nothing if not patient.
“More than ok.”