It’s my first week participating in the Indie Ink Writing Challenge and crap was I challenged! Good thing fiction is allowed because I’m not one for talking about S E X, let alone writing about it for the whole world and my mother to read. Thanks Rachel for the prompt!
she turned to him after their lovemaking, and said, "I'm not sure how to tell you this. It happened so long ago..."
“Wha-?” he mumbled with a yawn. It was late and he had to be up in a few hours.
“You need to listen to me,” she insisted. “Things are going to change for you and if you aren’t prepared you might not survive.”
He was wide awake now. “What the hell are you talking about?”
She sat up, pulling the sheet to her chest and turning slightly away so as not to have to look at him. “When I got here ten years ago I had one objective: find a mate.”
Aw crap. He thought. Just because we had sex she thinks we’ll get married and have babies. Why do chicks do that? “Listen, Marie, I like you. A lot. But don’t you think you’re jumping the gun a little? We’ve only gone out a few times…”
“No Henry, you need to listen. I’ll be gone soon and won’t be able to help you with what is going to happen,” she turned to face him, her bright yellow eyes were sad.
Yellow eyes? How had he not noticed before? Now he was getting freaked out.
“Maybe I should go and we can talk about this tomorrow… after we’ve gotten some rest,” he said swinging his feet off the bed and looking around the room for his pants.
She grabbed his wrist in a surprisingly strong grip, “I don’t have much time. I’ll be called back in a few minutes.”
“Home, they will know I’ve completed my mission and bring me back as soon as they can.”
“You are home,” he gestured around the room. A silver box on top of the dresser began to glow with a clear blue light and emit a soft melody. “What is that?”
“I’ve written down everything I could think of to help you through the next few weeks,” she said handing him a small composition book she’d pulled out of the bedside drawer. The light from the box was getting brighter and the melody faster. Marie stood up and walked toward the sound. She extended her hand to the box and turned to look at him, “You are going to have my baby, thank you.”