I rolled over and winced at the sunlight coming in through my window, urgh my skin’s getting more sensitive. As I rolled back over onto my shaded side my stomach gave a twist and I ran to the bathroom,
“Mina? Are you alright?”
“I’m just a bit ill, that’s all. Don’t worry G.”
“Oh good, it worked.”
“You asked me for a child, I granted your wish, did I do something wrong?”
“How exactly did you do that?”
“ETP, then DM.”
“Yeah, explain that in a human terms.”
“ETP is embryo transferral, that embryo is 100% of my DNA so I did a DNA merge so the child would receive around 50% from each of us, anymore and then it lacks viability.”
“So, I’m pregnant?” I rubbed the back of my neck with my hand, this is going to put a spanner in the works in terms of I don’t know, my entire life!
“Yes, and it may be worth noting that this pregnancy is highly advanced, I mean normal alien gestation time is probably 3 hours, but because she is half alien, I estimate the time at maybe 3 days?”
“Well you’re in a matriarchal family, Mina.”
This is insane, I’m like 14 hours pregnant and yet I’m already in maternity wear, how on earth do I explain this to Ronan? Or my family? Oh god Soph’s going to kill me.