Page 45 of Secret Twins for the Alien Dad

“Oh, now that would be amazing,” she replies, turning her head and looking up at me with her piercing blue eyes.

I kiss the top of her head and get up. My side feels cold and bereft where her warm body had been pressed. But her scent lingers and follows me into the bathroom.

I had noticed the products she had at Eva’s house and bought the same brands for her here just in case I could persuade her to come. I want so much for her to feel at home here. I pour some bath essence into the water and am rewarded with her familiar smell pervading the bathroom.

“My lady,” I say, holding out my hand to help her stand. “Please step this way. Your bath awaits.”

She smiles up at me, and my heart skips a beat. She is here in my home with me! My dreams have come true.

She takes my hand and pulls herself to her feet. Once again, I’m overwhelmed with the difficulties she must face just getting about the house. I vow to look after her and help her in any way I can.

“Oh, that smells amazing!” she says. “Did you get my bath essence from Eva’s?”

When I tell her what I’ve done, she is amazed. “Zair, that’s so thoughtful,” she says. “I love that you would do that for me.”

“You are worth that and so much more,” I tell her as I help her get undressed and into the circular bath that sits in the center of the bathroom.

“That feels good,” she says. “I can feel the stress unwinding from my muscles already.”

I adjust the jets so the water massages her back, and I’m pleased when she relaxes back with her eyes closed. “Shall I wash your hair?” I ask, loosening it from the clips that hold it back.

“No one has washed my hair since I was a child,” she says with a wistful look on her face. “I’d love it.”

I run my fingers through it, pulling it away from her forehead. It is soft and lovely with barely any tangles, despite her ordeal today. I gently pour water over her head, being careful not to get it in her eyes. “How is that?” I ask, gently massaging the lather into it.

I have an automated shampoo dispenser and brush, of course. But doing it the old fashioned way seems appropriate right now. I want to give her the physical touch a robotic tool can’t.

“So good,” she says. “You could do that all night and I wouldn’t get enough of it.” Feeling a warm inner glow in my chest, I continue.

Her belly is exposed above the water and I gaze at it, fascinated that her skin could possibly stretch that much. “Does it hurt?” I ask. “Having your skin stretched like that around the babies?”

“It doesn’t so much hurt, but it’s definitely not comfortable,” she replies.

“May I touch it?” I ask.

“Sure,” she says. “Go ahead.”

My hands are still soapy from her hair, and I lay them on her belly. For a while I just touch it, staring at my big blue scaled hands against her smooth pale skin. Then I start stroking and very gently massaging it.

“That actually feels really good,” she tells me, leaning back further into the warm bath water.

Just then, I feel a baby kick beneath my hands. I look at her with my eyes wide. She beams a radiant smile in return. “I think you tickled him,” she says.

I watch in awe as her tummy heaves and pulsates. “That’s my baby,” I whisper. “I can see my baby moving and feel him kicking. It’s so incredible. You have a little person wriggling around inside you! Do they ever both kick at the same time?”

“You can talk to them, you know. They will be able to hear you.”

I bring my lips close to her stomach. “Hello, babies,” I say tentatively. “This is your daddy. You gave us a bit of a scare, you know. I can’t wait to meet you, but you need to wait until it’s time.”

Myra reaches out and runs her hands over my horns and down the spines on my back. “I wonder what they'll look like. I do hope they have little horns like you. That would be so sweet.”

“I hope at least one has your blue eyes,” I say. Myra’s eyes are stunning. They are one of the first things that attracted me to her.

The babies quiet down under my touch, and I return to washing her hair. I love to run my fingers through it as I rinse it out, so soft and silky under my hands.

“And now your back,” I say.

“You know how to pamper a girl,” she says. It comes as a bit of a shock. I’ve never pampered anyone in my life before, but this feels so good and natural. I realize once again how lucky I am to have found my jalshagar, my fated mate. To think I could have gone my entire life without ever knowing the pleasure of simply looking after another.

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