Page 102 of All You Need is Alien Love
Holy fucking balls, Batman.
I’m gonna be a baby daddy… to triplets?
My eyes roll into the back of my head, and Kai’s tentacles catch me right as I pass out.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“Is this really necessary, my darling?” Vardox asked from where he lay strapped down on Starblade’s bed. “While I do enjoy bondage during our sensual times together, it’s far less fun when I’m lying here with nothing to do.”
Starblade crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes while standing over him. “This is the only way to make certain you stay in bed and get the rest you need while you recover.”
Vardox pouted, allowing his injured tentacle to flop on the bed pathetically. “All I need is your tender loving care to get better. After all, I risked life and—quite literally—limb for you, my love.”
A guilty look flashed across Starblade’s face and he instantly relented, coming to sit in the chair he’d placed next to the bed.
Vardox sighed dramatically and then shivered. “I’m cold, dearest. Won’t you come and cuddle me?”
Starblade spluttered. “Why you?—”
Vardox flapped his bandaged tentacle weakly again.
And that’s all it took. Just as he suspected.
Grumbling, Starblade climbed into bed with him, pressing his body close.
Vardox smirked with satisfaction. “Now if you could remove these restraints?—”
“Not on your life,” Starblade said firmly. “Close your eyes and get some rest. I’ll be right here with you.”
Vardox hadn’t been that seriously injured in the battle, so he was surprised to find himself getting rather sleepy. Perhaps the stress of everything that happened and his worry for his sweet captain had finally caught up with him?
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he could have sworn he heard Starblade whisper, “I think I might love you too, you devious bastard.”
—The Tentacular Tales of Captain Starblade, Ch. 162
Kai
While my tentaclescradle an unconscious River, I stare at the three prenatal chambers that have descended to the base of my fifth tentacle. Even after I blink several times, the screen image doesn’t change.
“Three?” I breathe.
How is that even possible? My mind is spinning worse than that time River took me on the Big Shot at the Stratosphere Amusement Park.
My mom helps River into a chair as he comes to, and he scoots it closer so he can clutch my hand again, almost desperately.
“We’re gonna be dads?”
I swallow hard. “If we decide to go through with the gestation, then yes.”
His eyes widen, and his grip on my hand tightens.
“River, I’m sorry,” I hasten to add. “You’re probably not ready for kids yet. I honestly didn’t think this would happen. We were so careful and the likelihood of interspecies progeny is so slim to begin with. I didn’t imagine such a remote possibility becoming a reality.”
River winces and admits sheepishly, “Well, we weren’tallthat careful at first since we didn’t entirely realize the magnitude of the situation. In our defense, no Iyaran men have experienced Tentaculum Calefaction in hundreds of years, so how were we to know anything early on?”
My mom comes to stand beside me on the other side of the exam table and lays a warm, comforting hand on my shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay, boys. Deep breaths. This isn’t something to freak out over. Trust me.”
I didn’t realize my respiration had become so rapid, and I take several moments to calm my racing hearts and regulate my breathing.
