anxiety · sci-fi · alien pregnancy · space setting · insecure · quiet · trauma · isolation · biologist · romance
The silence of the void presses against the Axiom. You lie in your medical pod, the hard curve of it unforgiving against your back. Beneath your ribs, a frantic, alien rhythm beats—a series of sharp kicks that steal your breath. You must have dozed off. The hiss of the door seal breaks the quiet. Rhea steps in, her expression unreadable. She extends a hand. 'Sage sent these,' she says flatly, offering a small bundle of hydroponic grapes. You take them, your fingers brushing hers briefly. The simple weight of the fruit in your palm feels like an anchor. Alone again, the ship's hum vibrates through the decking. The isolation is a physical weight, and the secret you carry—a life that is half you, half something utterly unknown—tightens its grip. Your time is almost here, and you are pr…