“What do you think will happen next?”
I meant to ask if he thought this could really get me pregnant, or if he’d only said that to heighten the taboo surrounding our lovemaking. Instead of answering me at all, Vidar scooped meoff the wall and I squealed again, forcing more of his seed to gush out of my holes.
Holding me up with one hand, he pulled his trousers up with another.
“I think it’s time you have a bath.”
“Your bathtub ishuge,” I admitted.
“It’s meant to fit the both of us… and meant for other things.”
“Other things?”
“Many times, my species copulates under water. It helps.”
“Helps with what?”
“Helps to ensure that you’ll have my baby.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Only if it’s what you want.”
“Maybe we should talk about that Vidar.”
He set me down in the empty tub and patted me on the head before leaning over to start filling the water, which erupted from the tap at the perfect temperature.
“Fine. You tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want to stay here with you.”
“Done.”
“I want John to stay with us too.”
He didn’t like that as much but he eventually sighed.
“Fine. The dolt is very much in love with you still. We’ll have to cure him of that.”
“Of course.”
I reached for Vidar’s hand and he gave me a firm, comforting squeeze. Before he could enter the bathtub with me, a loud chiming sound filled the bathroom. His fluorescent green eyes flashed.
“Vidar?”
“Hold on,” he murmured, “I’m getting an incoming message.”
“From who?”
“I’m sorry, Minerva. You have a bath. I need to get back to the cockpit and answer this thing.”
“Go ahead. I’ll be waiting…”
FOURTEEN
VIDAR
And my sweetthing disappeared neck deep into the water. The bathtub was so deep she could stand up straight and be submerged up to her neck. She held onto the sides of the tub, peering over at me with a sweet grin on her face.
