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Crystal Lyson Point of View

The area where they'll fight seems smaller than expected, almost bursting at the seams at the male anger-hormones moving through the air. Sunni stands next to me, holding her lower belly with a smile, barely greeting me when she walked out.

Her voice is like nails on chalkboard when she decides to speak, "You know that Mark is determined to rip that progressive throat out of your husband. I can't help but agree with him."

"Lovely to see you too, bitch." The confusion that meddles through my thoughts reminds me of the tolerable girl that tried to save me. She is almost another person from the woman that demanded to hate men, her neck on the chopping block all those days ago.

The truth is finally revealed, the wool pulled from my eyes as I look over her. She only cares for herself, and whatever it takes to keep her head above water is good enough for her, until she sees the surface. Her obvious desire for power and control seeps out of her skin like a black ick. How can someone that cared so little for the laws now be defending them with her life?

"You act as though the crown hasn't changed you. I see the way you look at me. The disgust." Her teeth are bright white in her eerie smile, Vincent and Mark getting in position to start the challenge.

I let myself peak over at my male, his stance strong. A wink is sent my way with a smirk. He's got this.

"The crown was not something I asked for, you idiot. The change you demand to see was forced upon me by the wrecked society of the Cintum galaxies. The change I require is for the betterment of the people and will lead to a stronger civilization overall. You of all people should agree with it, knowing that your head was to be hung shortly before you found your mate."

She rolls her eyes, turning to the fight in front of us, Mark dips low, Vincent goes high. Each expertly trained to dodge the other. Both seem to be holding back, their pained expressions as they fight. It is obvious who's desire this really was.

"You could call this off you know," I remark to her, crossing my arms. She whispers encouragements to her belly, the assumption I had being proved correct, "Save you and the child."

"No need to worry about me or my blessing. Mark will win and I will have the pleasure of escaping your horrid pregnancy stink."

My what? My face pales, her cat like grin becoming even more noticeable. The suns stand behind her giving her a black shadow over her face, but those white teeth reflect the surprise I hold.

She laughs, raising her hand to fan at me lowering it back down, "Did you not know? Women that are truly blessed by the stars can scent another pregnancy. It is a way for us to support our people and care for the new moms. Allows us to act more herd like. Not something we need these days, but always helpful. Did I... ruin the surprise?" Her laugh is sickening, my heart beating out of my chest.

Of course, I had assumptions, it's not like I have done anything to prevent it, but I was also under the assumption you could only get pregnant at certain times of your life, a birthing season of some sorts.

Both of us watch Vincent stand over Mark, a faint scream coming from Sunni as my mate rips the head of his guard clean off his shoulders. The body drops to the ground, the hair still tangled through Vincent's fingers.

The wails reach my eyes as Sunni drops to the ground, holding herself close. Blood seeps between her legs as the baby passes quickly no longer supported by the tether between Sunni and Mark. Covering my mouth, I step back trying to keep the tears that edge my eyes from spilling over.

Vincent drops the head, grabs a towel, and walks over to me. He runs his hands up and down my arms as we watch her breathing slow and eyes fog white. She's dead.

Her fate was always to die, she wrote it herself, never to see her birthday, "Are you okay?" Vincent whispers next to me dragging me away from the bodies.

"I need to puke." And the poor bush next to me got the full scoop on that.

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"Ms. Perkins, lovely to see you, she has had an eventful day, however she has been puking and would like for you to look her over." Vincent ushers me over to the patient table, the kind woman smiling as she shoves a telka in the desk trying to make it seem less obvious. As she moves close to me, the dried tears on her face become noticeable, it takes everything in me not to ask what happened, but Vincent being in the room could lead to her discomfort.

"Of course, I can always make time for the queen. Please, tell me some more of what you are experiencing." She grabs my wrist checking my vitals her eyebrows raising, "Still a very human pulse."

"Just puking after I eat, some lower back discomfort. Nothing to serious." Pregnant, "And I would assume the human pulse is expected."

"Yes dear. Just catches me for a ring when I go to take a listen. Now, after doing some research on humans, do you remember your last cycle?" She goes to the clipboard she works with, placing her pen against the paper.

"About three weeks before Vincent brought me here."

"From that knowledge, you should have had your cycle last week, dear. Do you normally have this un-regular of a cycle?"

Vincent stays quiet in the corner of the room taking up a small seat, he seems interested but doesn't want to interrupt, "Hey, love, do you mind stepping out? I am just a little stuffy and need some space. If you want, I would love some soup."

He pursues his lips, the obvious lack of want to leave, but instead of arguing he stands up and gets to the door, "Whatever you need, my darling. I am going to take a quick shower and then meet you in the kitchen. Please take care of her Ms. Perkins."

The doctor nods sending Vincent on his way. He gives me a smile before running out letting the door close quietly behind him.

She turns to me, eyebrows raises and arms across her chest, the clip board hands loosely from her fingertips, the pen tucked behind her ear, "Mind telling me now what you think is going on?"

"Would you be able to see if I am pregnant? Does this planet have the technology?" I run my hands up and down my legs trying to warm my chilled bones.

"Oh honey, I smelled it as soon as you walked in. I assume the King has no idea?"

So Sunni wasn't lying about that, you really can smell it on me. Such a nice gift until you're the person that doesn't have it, "Are you saying it's true? The crazy bitch wasn't lying. I'm..."

She lifts her hands up, moving them in a circular motion, "Say it with me dear, pregnant. I do have hopes you know how this came about."

"Perkins! Yes, I know how this came about, I just didn't expect it. I thought we could only get pregnant during that weird season."

She laughs, "Yes Cintum galaxy born people that have evolved as such will. Why would a human from earth re-write their entire anatomy? Now granted, the King as a birthing season of his own, one not as prominent, that aligns with yours. That leads me to understand that when you were supposed to have your season, he was having his, and lead to a completely natural and healthy impregnation."

"So, what do I do? Where do I go from here? How do- I'm not even old enough to buy tequila." Throwing my hands in the air makes me feel a little better, and she looks around trying to find something she can't spot.

"What's tequila?"

"Never mind. Insignificant to the situation at hand," I run my hands through my hair trying to piece this together. Of course, I know how this happened, enjoyed it happening, but now this unexpected consequence has turned my life upside down. Aren't I supposed to be happy about this?

"I want you to know, that most woman are terrified when they first find out. It's completely normal and natural to not have an immediate maternal feeling. While this might not be the best time, we should get you on a pregnancy plan with appointments, it is always an option to discuss with the King the future of the child, but I do encourage a discussion."

The future? Like remove its future. I place my hands on my lower pudge. Something is growing in me, something that relies on me. While I wasn't expecting kids this early in life, this is something that I have always wanted, "The future is set, Perkins. Let's get the appointments lined up. How come Vincent hasn't noticed?"

"Men are ignorant to many things, and that has led to their evolution halting at the idea of knowing with their mate is pregnant. I will mention as well that it is customary that women do not speak of other pregnancies until the pregnant woman speaks first. If women respect as such, then you should be in the clear to keep it from him as long as you need. I do not disclose medical reports to him either." She steps away grabbing a cherry lollie from her bowl of treats holding it out to me, "I remember this is your favorite, now lay back I am going to take an ultrasound - as humans call it- to give you the visual confirmation."

"Oh... thank you."

"Anytime dear. It's my job to help you. Always."

The small grey blob in the photo shaped as a kidney bean keeps me silent in thought as I walk to the kitchen, Vincent humming a tune as he stirs something in a pot. His wet hair sits on top moving with his hum nicely, only something similar to sweatpants covering his body.

While this is our personal kitchen, it is a surprise to see him so free outside of the bedroom.

"Ah, darling! How was the appointment, did she get you something to feel better?" He smiles at me throwing his towel over his shoulder to look at me, a beautiful set of abs on display.

"Uh, yes," I slide the photo in my cover tempted to keep this secret from him, but another part of me itches to scream it standing on the table, "Like I said nothing serious. I have a follow up appointment in case I don't improve."

"I am glad she is thinking ahead, I have some soup made up for you, but it has another twenty or so minutes before it's ready. Do you want to help me cut the carrots?" He holds out a knife to me, I wrap my hands around it and walk over to him. The small orange carrots roll around as I chop them and then move to the soup bowl to drop them in. Vincent follows me, but instead of getting to the soup bowl runs into me sending me back a few steps.

"Hey watch it." I laugh walking back towards the counter to grab another handful of chopped carrots. Turning back to him, he is bent over, the knife hanging from his hand he flicks something between his fingers.

Patting my cover, the photo is nowhere to be found, and the wide eyes that Vincent gives me as he turns around tells me more than I want to know.

"Is this you?" He holds up the photo, looking down at my unchanged belly.

"Um... how would you feel if it was?"

"Just answer me, Crys, is this yours?" He moves the photo closer to me, like I haven't been staring at since she printed it off and walked over here.

"Yes. Vincent. That's mine." I lower my head in shame, his reaction telling me that isn't something that he wanted, but all in a moment it flipped, a smile so large coming over his face I almost had to back up from the blinding teeth.

"We're pregnant!" He flips the photo over looking at the kidney bean with such love that any doubts I had flew out the window.

"Yeah... we are." The realization settles deep in my gut. A certain avoidance had been wracking my mind since she told me. Like if I kept it from him, it wouldn't be real, but seeing the pure joy on his face as he moves around the kitchen shows the me truth behind this rumored horrible king.

He is a big softie. The man kisses the photo, the knife slipping from his hand and falling straight down. I go to freak, but he groans in pain as the knife lodges itself perfectly between his big toe and second toe stopping my reaction. Fucking Ouch.


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