“There’s a sex ed lesson in there somewhere,” Goldie muttered back. “If you are pregnant though, don’t worry about it too much.”
“How- Why would I not worry about it too much?”
“Like I said, alien males are way more into the actively having babies thing. If Vytln claimed you as his mate, then he 100% knew this was a possibility and he is 1000% okay with you giving him as many babies as you’ll allow.”
“Not sure if that makes me feel better,” Haven said. “How long until you know?”
“I’m almost there, give me a minute.”
“Are there, like, options? If I don’t want to be pregnant, I mean.”
“There are. I can just manually start your period, which would shed the uterine lining and any implanted embryos.”
“Ew.”
“What?”
“Shed the uterine lining,” Haven made a face.
Goldie snickered. “That’s what it’s called.”
“Biology is gross.”
“Indeed. The nastiest machine in existence.”
“Don’t call it a machine. That ruins the beauty of a machine,” Haven sighed. “I never have to worry about my tools shedding their lining.”
“I’m going to go ahead and say that I’m sure there is some machine out there that has to shed some kind of lining.”
“Well, even if there is, it’s not bloody and mucousy when it does it.”
“Probably oily and nasty though.”
“Oil is not the same as mucous.”
“Yeah, it’s worse.” Goldie looked at her again past the holo. “I have your answer though. You ready to hear it? If you’re pregnant or not.”
Haven tensed, her hands clutching the side of the thin, floating table. But she nodded once, steeling herself for whatever was about to be said.
Chapter 31
Vytln
Vytln’s hands were busy as he worked quickly. Haven was due back soon, and he wanted to get this at least mostly completed before she returned.
Alred was there with him. His light form in miniature was sitting on his desk, tail flicking lazy, as he helped Vytln by fetching him schematics and design plans. He didn’t actually have to be here in light form for that, so Vytln imagined he had a secondary reason for lingering, but he wasn’t going to bring it up first. So, he just let Alred sit there as he worked.
“Goldie and Haven are finished in the medbay,” he said suddenly. “They’re talking now, but then Haven will be heading this way.”
Vytln grunted, acknowledging his words, but didn’t stop working. Of course, she was talking. That’s all other people wanted to do. Especially their female crew. They just constantly chattered and nattered and giggled.
He didn’t really mind it; he just liked to complain. And it gave him more time to finish this. Or, at least, finish the base of this. He’d need more supplies to get it truly finished.
“Aren’t you going to ask me how things went in medbay?” Alred asked, his yellow face gleaming with knowledge and mischief.
“I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction,” Vytln grunted, making Alred laugh uproariously. Though, since he pitched his voice up to match the smaller size of his light form – he was constantly doing dramatic and useless things like that – it was not a very loud sound.
“Tanin and Sway were much more fun to tease,” he said, getting to his feet and patting non-existent dust off his body. He didn’t wear clothes, since the light form was just a projection. He instead neutered the male body so that it wouldn’t make the females uncomfortable.
