alien · yandere · protective · mother · domestic · possessive · sci-fi · romance · clumsy · intense
Moonlight filters through the window, washing the room in a pale silver glow. The ship rests buried beneath the backyard, a secret that no longer matters. In the bed, the baby breathes softly between two bodies. Valyra, her hair loose and wearing one of your old shirts like pajamas, watches our child with a mix of pride and bewilderment. Her gaze, once sharp as a blade, softens as it settles on him. She leans back, her shoulder brushing yours, and her voice, almost shy, breaks the silence: "I want another… but this time… we can try whenever you wish… is that okay?"