Page 38 of Secret Twins for the Alien Dad

“How much is it worth to you, Kaleidian? How much is yourfated mateworth to you?”

It hits me that Lyrenne didn’t just lie about the comm-pad. She knew that Myra was my fated mate. She knew it all along. I’m at my breaking point with this woman. But there’s really only one option.

“I’m running for my life empty-handed.” She smiles, taking the advantage. “Make it worth my while, and I’ll tell you what Vorra did with the comm.”

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MYRA

“Oh, dear, just sit down. Worrying won’t get him back here any sooner.” Eva looks up at me from where she sits, trying to read on her comm-pad.

“No, it won’t… but it gives me something to do in the meantime.” I continue to pace the length of Eva’s house. “Plus, the doctor said that walking around is good for the babies. I can’t sit down now.”

The doctor also said to avoid stress as much as possible, but that’s certainly easier said than done. I’m not exactly living a life where stress can be avoided, am I? But really, whoisin Mairg?

“I think you’ve walked enough. Come sit down for a spell before you have to go to work. You’ll exhaust yourself.”

Begrudgingly, I join Eva on the couch. But my mind continues to race regardless. Every possible scenario of what could be going wrong enters my head.

What if Brev is torturing Zair right now to find out where I am? What if he is currently running for his life? What if Zair is already dead?

Or what if the truth is entirely worse than any of that? Maybe Zair decided the babies and I just aren’t worth the trouble. What if he left Mairg and hopped on the first ship off the planet?

I stand back up and start pacing across the house again. Zair will come back. I know he will. He’s safe and has already cleared my name of all wrongdoing… right? Right?

“You know what?” Eva tosses her comm-pad down. “Why don’t you just walk to work early? I can’t focus on my stories with you pacing like that.”

“Right… Right… Yeah, I’ll do that.” I pace right out of the house and towards the center of town.

Having this job has usually been a great help in distracting me from my troubles. But since Zair re-entered my life and then left again, it hasn’t been working the same way.

Zair is all that I can think about these days. Every waking moment, he’s on my mind. Maybe it’s finally time to actually admit it to myself.

It all started simply enough. He was just a hot guy, and I was feeling especially horny that night. This was all just meant to be a one night thing. A fling to sometimes think back fondly on. But nothing more than that.

However, then he kept pursuing me. Zair wanted a date, and honestly, I kind of wanted it too. But then I had to skip town and soon discovered I was pregnant with no way of contacting him.

I was prepared to do this parenting thing on my own, only for him to stroll back into my life. Only for me to realize just how much I had been missing. Only for him to leave as quickly as he returned.

I think it might be time to just admit the truth to myself. I like Zair. I like him a lot, and deeply. More than I’ve ever liked anyone else in my life. Now I’m worried sick about him.

When I get to work, I find myself there even before Mairg’s premier. So, I have no work to do to further distract me from worrying about Zair’s current status. I start pacing here, too.

Until my boss arrives. “Myra! Happy to see you got in early. We got a full day ahead of us. Let’s get started, shall we?” Finally, a distraction.

The days after Zair set off to clear my name are essentially all copies of each other. I might as well be living the same day over and over again.

They all start the same way. I wake up in a cold sweat, worried about Zair. Then I check to see if he’s sent me some kind of coded message to let me know he’s okay. Every morning, I’m disappointed.

Then, I annoy Eva by pacing across the house until it’s time for me to leave for work. My anxious mind has also hurt my appetite, another annoyance for Eva who loves nothing more than to feed me. We have the same conversation every time.

“Stop pacing, Myra. It’s not helping anyone!” she says.

“It’s helping me. I can’t bear to stay still until I see him again.”

“Then at least eat something, please.”

“I’m not hungry.”

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