He seemed relieved.
“I've never cared for someone the way I care for you, Riley,” he said. “I've also never known a human before, as I've told you. And with you, things are just so – different.”
“This is what being in a relationship is like, Jendrish. Sometimes I'm not going to be too happy with you, but it doesn't mean it's the end of the world. Sometimes, you just need to listen to me,” I said.
“I will from now on.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, always and forever.”
“Forever is a long time, you know,” I said, a sheepish smile on my face. “You sure you're up to that sort of commitment?”
Jendrish's eyes twinkled for the first time since we'd started talking, and as he stared down at me, it literally took my breath away. To see him staring at me like I was the most amazing woman in the entire world – maybe even in the entire universe – that was a look I'd never seen in a man's eyes before. He was truly in love with me, despite my stubborn, independent nature.
He may have screwed up, but in that moment, I knew Jendrish was different than any man I'd been with. Unlike my ex, he didn't want to break that independent nature in me. He just didn't understand it as well as I'd have liked. But he admired it. He loved it, even. And he was never going to try and quash it.
And that was something I could see myself living with.
“Yes, Riley. Forever. I am more than ready for that sort of commitment. I want to spend forever with you. I want to have a family with you. Maybe it won't be conventional, but it will be ours. And I want it all. I want you to be my queen – always and forever.”
Jendrish continued, before I could speak, “Of course, only if you still want that,” he stammered quickly. “I'd be foolish to assume anything – ”
“Hush, you,” I said, smiling wide. “Yes, yes, I want all of that too. I want to spend forever with you.”
Jendrish kissed me, his lips pressed to mine as he ran his hands through my hair.
“Sounds like we're going to have a royal wedding then,” he said, a smile on his lips.
“Sounds like it,” I purred.
My entire body – inside and out – was warm and fuzzy at the prospect of marrying this man and one day, potentially having his children. But whether the scientists were able to figure out and technology worked or not, we'd find a way to build a family together.
I had no doubt about that.
EPILOGUE
The doctor looked over my scans and chart, as my hand rested on my belly. My other hand was firmly in Jendrish's. I was biting my lip and trying to remember to breathe as I stared down at my growing tummy.
Thanks to the doctors and scientists, we were able to get pregnant – the first human to be impregnated by an alien. But things had been rough. This wasn't an easy pregnancy by any stretch of the imagination, and we were at the doctor's office there, to see if a normal delivery was possible – as well as to make sure the baby was forming properly.
“Well, we will want to continue monitoring you carefully, of course,” the doctor said, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose.
He never smiled, but there was a hint of one. Surely, he was going to give us some good news, right?
“Yes, of course,” I said, rubbing my belly. “But so far, so good, right? We're continuing to see healthy development?”
I was putting words in the doctor's mouth, words I so badly needed to hear. Jendrish squeezed my hand, but I couldn't bring myself to look away from the doctor.
“As far as I can see, everything is fine. Better than fine, actually,” the doctor said. “The baby is a bit small – but the development is perfect, actually. We should be able to schedule you for delivery within two weeks.”
My entire body shook as I broke down in sobs. Happy tears flowed down my cheeks as I thought about this child inside of me. So many people told us it would be impossible, that we shouldn't even bother. And for awhile, I believed them. I thought we'd have to adopt -- like Baz and Paige – and I was fine with that. But once the technology became available, I knew I wanted to be one of the first to try it out.
There was something about having Jendrish's actual child that I wanted more than anything. Because having a baby with the man I loved would only make our lives even more perfect.
“Thank you,” I gushed. Jendrish was holding me, kissing my head.
“This is amazing,” he said. “I'm really going to be a father. I honestly did not think we would ever see this day.”
“Two more weeks, my love. Two more weeks.”
“Two more weeks is nothing,” he said. “Yet, it feels like forever.”
I had to agree with him about that. I just wanted to hold our child in my arms, to look down upon their sweet face and to know it was real. Because it still felt like a dream. Even with months and months of tests, hospital stays, even minor surgeries, I honestly wasn't sure it would work.
And still, two weeks. What if something went wrong in that time?
“We're going to have twenty-four hour care available to you,” the doctor said. “From now until the birth.”
I nodded, I'd be willing to agree to anything, as long as my child was safe. Hook me up to even more machines, whatever they needed from me.
“Would you like to know the gender of your child?”
My eyes grew wide as I stared at Jendrish. Up until now, we never even discussed the gender because we were afraid to jinx ourselves. I wasn't sure he wanted to know, but I did. I wanted to prepare the nursery for our son or daughter, so I hoped Jendrish felt the same way.
“Of course,” we said at the same time, laughing together once we realized we'd accidentally spoken in unison.
“You're having a boy,” the doctor said. “A future king in the making.”
I closed my eyes and whispered to myself, “A boy.... we're having a son...”
I was giving Jendrish a son, an heir. Our world's future leader. I'd have the responsibility of raising him right, making sure he was a good leader, a strong, fair, and moral one that made the right decisions for his people.
What a huge responsibility for someone who was once nothing more than a waitress at a shitty diner.
Now, my life was so much more.
So much more than I ever dreamed it would be.
As I opened my eyes, Jendrish kissed my hand. “A boy. Did you hear that, Riley? We're going to have a son?”
His eyes were filled with tears, as were mine.
We embraced, hugging each other tight as the baby inside me kicked, letting us both know he was there, that he was alive.
“Everything is going to be okay,” Jendrish said. “We are going to have a family.”
“Everything is more than okay,” I whispered. “Everything is perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
THE END
Optorio Chronicles Box Set III – The Alien Mates
Book 1 – The Alien Mates
Chapter One
Hatare
“You must be so excited,” my sister practically squealed.
“Excited about what?” I asked.
“Just a few more days until your eighteenth birth year, of course,” she said. “And after that, you're off to the Academy.”
I rolled my eyes. Excited was about the last thing I was at the moment. The Academy was simply a euphemism for a brainwashing center for young women. It was where Unduthian girls, on their eighteenth birth year, were sent to be trained in the ways of being a proper wife and mate to a wealthy, successful Unduthian man.
In other words, it's where they sent us to be programmed to be faithful servants – in and out of the bedroom – to whatever disgusting pig of a man they decided would be a good, beneficial match for us. It was a barbaric custom and one I vowed I would never be a part of.
But with my eighteenth birth year quickly approaching, my time was running short – and I had yet to convince my mother and father that sending me to the Academy would be the death of me. Like anything el
se, they called me too headstrong, too stubborn, and of course, my personal favorite, too dramatic.
To them – and to my younger sister, Pysh – it was romantic. An honor. A rite of passage. To me, it was the end of free thought and free will. It was the beginning enslavement of my body, mind, and spirit.
But Pysh was young – she was still just twelve – and had romantic notions about what life really was like. She didn't know any better. And she was still too young for me to open her eyes to it. I feared though, that she would grow so indoctrinated by Unduthian customs and traditions, that her eyes would never truly be open, and that she would willingly accept a life of vile servitude.
“Well?” Pysh demanded. “Aren't you excited? How can you not be screaming and jumping around? I know I will be when I get this close to my eighteenth birth year!”
“Oh, it's tough,” I deadpanned. “Believe me. I'm having a really hard time controlling myself.”
Pysh looked at me and cocked her head. “You don't seem all that excited, Hatare. Why not? Is it not what every Unduthian girl dreams of?”
I sighed. “I suppose so, yes.”
“Then why don't you seem all that happy or excited?”
I looked at her and gave her a small smile. I couldn't draw her into my own issues. She was too young to comprehend what I was thinking and feeling. And my path wasn't necessarily her path. Maybe she was perfectly happy with going to the Academy and living out her life in the service of whoever they thought would be the most beneficial match for her.
But if I had it my way, the Academy would not exist and we would all be free to live our own lives as we saw fit. We would be free to fall in love with whomever we wished. And most of all, we would be free to just be ourselves and be happy.
Was that really too much to desire?
“I'm sorry, Pysh,” I said. “I guess I'm just tired.”
Her smile grew wider. “Have you been having trouble sleeping because you're so excited?”
My smile was weak and forced. “Yeah, probably something like that.”
The bell on my bedchamber door sounded, and my mother stepping inside a moment later. “Good morning, daughters,” she said. “Hatare, it's time for your fitting.”
It was a struggle to not roll my eyes, but I somehow managed. My mother was excited enough about this event for the both of us. My mother and father were hosting a party to honor my eighteenth birth year. They called it a celebration of me, but I knew better. This party was nothing more than an elaborate way for them to parade me around in front of all potential suitors. The elite of Kinray would all be in attendance, and would get a chance to examine me closely – without actually appearing to do so.
After the party, my father would get down to the business of auctioning me off to the highest bidder. He would speak with all of the men who were interested in making a pairing and see who made the most lucrative, beneficial offer.
It was an entirely degrading affair. And it showed me that my worth to my family was determined solely by how much wealth or prestige I would garner.
“I'm really not feeling all that well, mother,” I said. “And I'm tired.”
“Hatare has not been sleeping well,” Pysh chimed in. “She's too excited for her birth year celebration.”
My mother gave me a smile. “Come, Hatare,” she said. “You can take some rest after your fitting.”
I sighed. “I'm not really feeling up to it, mother.”
Her expression grew stern. “Hatare, your birth year celebration is in days,” she said. “And because you have not made the time to get fitted for your gown on your own, I've had to make the arrangements for you. Now, stand up and come with me.”
I sighed again. I knew that if I refused, she'd have my father's personal guard come in and drag me to my fitting. Not wanting to cause a scene in front of Pysh, I got to my feet. I remained silent as I stepped out of my bedchamber and followed my mother down the hall.
“Really, Hatare,” she said. “I don't know why you're so resistant to this whole affair. You'd think we were sending you to be executed or something.”
That was essentially what they were doing, in fact. Forcing me to marry somebody I didn't know, let alone love, was akin to death. Surely, a little piece of my soul would die every day until there was nothing left inside of me. I could see that in my mother's eyes sometimes.
Oh, she played the role of the perfect Unduthian wife and mother to perfection. But there were times – not often, but once in a while – where I could see behind that carefully constructed mask. And what I saw was heartbreaking. There was no passion in her eyes. No fire. No spark of life. Sometimes she just looked dead inside.
And there was no way I would let myself suffer a similar fate. I just wouldn't. I would take my own life first.
We arrived at the room where my fitting was to take place. My mother stood beside the open door, an impatient expression on her face. Not meeting her eyes, I walked into the room. The door slid closed behind us with a whoosh and with the push of a button – courtesy of my mother, of course – it clicked into place with the solid sound of finality. I obviously wasn't getting out of that place until this was all over.
With another sigh, I walked over to where the seamstress and her assistants were buzzing about.
Chapter Two
“Such a pretty girl,” my seamstress Tayna beamed.
She held up several swatches of fabric, oohing and aahing with each one. I looked at myself in the mirror as she tried to match a fabric to me. Personally, I didn't care. I just wanted this over with.
“What do you think about this?” Tayna asked.
It was a light red color and the fabric itself sparkled beneath the lights. If I were invested in this process, I would have said no. My skin tone was a light blue, my hair, a darker blue – I thought the color of the fabric contrasted too much and looked gaudy. But then, if I wore something like that – and looked that horrible – perhaps no eligible men invited to this farce would look at me twice.
“I like it,” I said.
Tayna looked over at my mother, who was sitting in a chair near the window, silently observing.
“No,” she said. “The fabric clashes with her skin and looks gaudy. Next.”
I rolled my eyes. “If you're going to pick it out for me anyway, why do I even need to be here? You seem to be doing just fine without me.”
“Mind your manners, Hatare,” my mother said. “Goodness. I'll be glad when you go off to the Academy. Hopefully, they can teach you some manners.”
“If by manners, you mean sucking all of the life and passion out of me, you will probably get your wish.”
“Hatare!” my mother stood and stamped her foot on the floor. “What has gotten into you? Why are you so – so – rebellious all of the sudden?”
“It's not so all of the sudden, mother,” I said. “And I'm not thrilled about the idea of being auctioned off this way.”
In the mirror, I caught Tayna's eyes and saw her stifling a smile of her own and I got the feeling she felt the way I did. She gave me a quick wink before holding up the next bolt of fabric. It was a deep, rich purple – and I had to say, that I quite liked it. I thought it accented my skin and hair tones very nicely. In fact, I thought with a dress made of that color and cloth, I might even look – pretty.
“That one,” my mother said, still clearly annoyed. “That's the color. Now, I want you to put together your five bestselling designs, alter them enough to make them unique, and then send me the image file. I'll make the decision myself. I'm just ready for this to be over, already.”
“Yes, ma'am,” Tayna said.
My mother stormed out of the room muttering to herself, leaving me with Tayna.
“Less than half an hour,” she said. “Quite impressive. Most girls can't get their mothers to rush out for at least forty-five minutes.”
I looked at her. “S – so there are others?” I asked. “Who feel the way I do?”
She nodded.
“Quite a few. Far more than you'd think.”
I looked at Tayna and smiled, but didn't say anything. It was comforting to know though, that I was not alone in my thoughts or feelings. The question was – what to do about it.
Chapter Three
Byr
“Hey, it's time to knock off,” Tryn said as he shut down his machine.
I looked over at him and nodded, flipping off my machine as well. We worked in the factory, assembling – well, whatever the government tells us to assemble. We've been known to manufacture and assemble appliances, vehicles, even weapons from time to time. The government placed orders and it was our job to fill them.
They paid us the meagerest of wages and expected the highest quality work. And if we failed to deliver, they would threaten to revoke our contracts and place them with another factory. None of the men in the factory could afford to lose the contracts, and so we worked hard for our slave wages.
It was a hard existence, but it was the only existence we knew. It wasn't like we'd been fortunate enough to have been born into the wealthy elite who inhabited Kinray. We were the dregs of Unduthian society, living on the edges of the capital, getting nothing more than scraps – and never noticed until something went wrong.
The machines powered down and a relative quiet descended over the factory. At least, until the next shift arrived. I dropped my gloves and helmet on my machine before walking out of the factory with Tryn. The sun had already set and the first of our three moons was already rising.
“You want to go over and get some food?” Tryn asked.
I shook my head. “Can't. My mother needs my help tonight.”
Tryn gave me a tight smile and nodded. He understood my situation and why I had become such a recluse over the last few months. My father had died unexpectedly, leaving my mother – who was already in poor health – to care for me and my two younger siblings. My little sister Gynta and my little brother Hopa were a handful and I – as the new head of our household – had no choice but to help care for them. It wasn't like my mother could bring in much in her condition.
“How is she doing?” he asked.
I shrugged. “About as well as can be expected, I suppose,” I replied. “The disease is going into her heart. Honestly, I don't know how long she has left.”
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