Page 26 of A Layperry's Hope
“I think that would be amazing,” I say truthfully. “Not only would that give you your own space, but people would be able to come themselves. I’m not sure how that would work with the Ancestors talking back, but I think it could be good for you and your people.”
“Our people,” Ghenie says, looking around. The comment is almost off handed but it leaves me feeling some sort of way. I feel accepted. I feel like I’m a part of something bigger than myself. Could these truly bemy peopletoo?
“What do the Ancestors think?”
Ghenie hums, closing his eyes and listening. He holds his head in his hands. It takes a long time before he answers. “There are a few against the idea but the majority would like me to research this further and see if it is possible. They would be okay being disconnected from me if it means being more connected to our people as a whole.”
I step into Ghenie’s space, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him against me. “They’d have their own space and wouldn’t have to watch us have sex anymore. It’s a win all around.”
“Christian!” Ghenie huffs, chuckling. “You are terrible.”
“Maybe so but for some reason you keep me around.”
“It is the size of your dick, obviously.”
The gasp of shock I let out is incredibly overdramatic but still comes naturally because when did my up-tight, have-it-all-together alien start telling jokes like this? I always knew he had a sense of humor behind all that seriousness. Maybe if we can get the Ancestors out of his head, I’ll get to see more of this side of Ghenie.
“I’d be happy to give you a repeat performance,” I say, letting my hands run down Ghenie’s back in order to grab his cute little ass. He gasps before leaning down and stealing a kiss.
His hands come around me, holding me, like he’s afraid I might pull away. There’s no place I’d rather be. I might have been a run risk in the past, but that part of me has found peace. I’m not going anywhere, not unless Ghenie sends me away and I have the utmost hope that that’s not happening. We’re it for each other. He is my partner and I am his.
“Christian,” Ghenie whispers as he pulls back, keeping his forehead pressed against my own. I can feel his antennae against my skin and they tickle. “There are so many voices, but there is a new one.”
“I’m sorry, did someone pass?”
“No, no. Not like that.”
“Then what?”
“This one is a new voice. Well, that is not correct. They are new but they do not have a voice, not yet.”
I pull back so I can look up into Ghenie’s eyes, trying to comprehend what he’s saying. “What do you mean?”
Ghenie takes my hand and brings my palm to his stomach. “They are here.”
I blink, processing this news. It takes me longer than I’m willing to admit to realize what Ghenie is telling me. Then it hits me all at once. He’s pregnant. We’re going to have another baby.
Oh my god.
How did this happen? Nope, stupid question. The ridiculous amount of sex we’ve been having would be the how. Fuck. Okay. This is fine. Totally fine.
I’m totally not freaking out.
“You are freaking out, aren’t you?”
“No! Of course not! There’s nothing to freak out about!”
Ghenie’s eyes scan my face and I do my best to present myself as level headed and calm. He sees right through me.
“You’re freaking out.”
“I’m not! I’m just surprised though now that I admit it, I really shouldn’t be. We’ve been fucking. A lot. In many different positions.”
“Yes. It’s been lovely.”
“But that’s also how babies are made. Jesus, I’m an EMT! I work in healthcare! I know these things,” I blurt out, covering my face with my free hand. “I was just swept up in our reunionI didn’t stop to think about things like protection and babies. Especially because you’re nursing still. Dickbrain took over!”
“Dickbrain?”
