Page 11 of Her Alien Matchmaker

T wo Months Later

“Push, Lilly, push.” I carefully grasped the baby’s head as he crowned, his dark hair thick.

One last push by his mother freed his cranium from the birth canal.

Two tiny nubs where future horns would grow poked from his forehead.

One noticeable difference revealed his mixed heritage: the dusky pinkish purple coloring of his skin. “Great job, Lilly. He’s beautiful.”

His mother, her sweaty hair plastered to her forehead, collapsed into the reclining bed. “Oh my god.” She held her hands out. “Can I see him?”

“One last push on the next contraction. Once we clear his shoulders, we’ll get dad to cut the cord.”

Voren’s normally stern face blanched. “Should that not be something a medical professional performs?”

My Volderen counterpart, Nelani, snickered, then tried to cover it with a cough as she wiped a small amount of vernix from the baby’s eyes.

Lilly gave one last push, letting out a low grunt.

“He’s free. Great job!” The baby boy slid into my hands, and I gently massaged his back, ensuring he released a deep cry to clear his lungs.

“He’s beautiful, Voren.” Lilly held out her arms, and we wrapped him in a blanket for her to hold while Nelani readied the umbilical scissors and I placed the clamps.

Lilly’s previous screams of pain and threats of violence morphed into coos and ahhs while she and Voren smiled with wonder and love in their eyes.

After he hesitantly cut the cord and we performed the initial and subsequent APGARs, confirming what I thought: Mars’ first half-Volderen and half-human baby was healthy and strong, I bid the family farewell, relinquishing my role to the Volderen pediatrician.

I headed to the showers, ready to collapse into a bed myself. Her labor had lasted for fifteen hours, and it hadn’t been easy, but we’d learned so much in the process.

I took a lift to my work apartment, which Jet had arranged two months ago once the council agreed to bring me into the fold.

I would work for a place in their society by sharing my knowledge and being the primary provider for humans on their ships and bases.

Tomorrow, I’d fly to Atlantis, where I permanently lived, to start a week-long rotation.

No rest for the wicked. Seeing Aaron and Jet always buoyed my spirits, and healing others after years of XVU’s experiments shaped my perspective to one of gratitude.

The doors eased open after the security lock read my fingerprint and scanned my face, and I collapsed into bed, falling asleep within seconds.

Below me lay an enormous, circular ship resting on the ocean floor.

A port lit up when the pilot approached, speaking Volderen as he coordinated with Atlantis command. A school of fish, startled by our quick entry from the surface, zipped away, their bodies flashing a bioluminescent green, the only light this far down next to the inner glow of Atlantis.

After docking, the pilot cleared me to exit.

I burst through the door, ready to hug Aaron and hear all about his week.

Jet, true to his word, had found a spot for him with the other humans reintegrating themselves into the current year after being rescued by Volderen teams and waking up from cryogenic stasis.

He’d even managed to find a Nanny for the days I had to work on Mars.

“Mommy!” A streak of red hair and legs were all the warning I had before he clobbered me with a tight hug. “I missed you.”

I gripped him as tightly. “You still see me every day in the holo cube.”

The holo projector, similar to the holodeck in Star Trek , allowed us to interact with one another in a simulated environment.

The Quantorian cyborg, Xyra, had been working on upgrading Volderen technology and shared everything he knew, with the holo cube marking the first major collaboration between the Volderens and the highly advanced cyborg race.

“I know, but it’s not real.”

I went to my knees and fished around in my pack until my fingers brushed against the soft toy I’d replicated for him.

As I pulled it out, he squealed. “It’s an octopus.” His little hands reached for it, and he pulled it to his chest, wrapping the purple tentacles around his neck.

“Now Crockett will have a friend.” Movement farther back pulled my attention to the door leading out of the hangar.

Jet strode through and stopped, keeping himself to the shadows.

“What are you doing, lurking back there?” I smiled, making sure he knew I was joking.

He shifted on his feet, as if nervous.

Of all the things I’ve seen from him, nervousness has never been one of his traits.

I took Aaron’s hand, and we walked to where the alien stood, my eyes adjusting to the darker areas.

He licked his lips, his eyes darting away from mine.

I frowned. “What’s is it? What’s wro—” My gaze fell on his arms, which were no longer the color of human flesh, but a dusky lilac, the hue his skin had originally been before my experiments had mutated those genes. “Oh…”

“If you don’t like it, I can get them to change it back,” he said, a note of despair in his tone.

“Absolutely not.” I reached out and traced a finger along his bare arm. “You are beautiful just as your gods intended. XVU had no business doing that to you. I’m sorry.”

He stepped forward and cupped my cheek.

“Ew. Are you two going to kiss?” Aaron released my hand and backed away, his nose wrinkled.

“We absolutely are.” I slid my fingers on top of his then reached for the back of his neck, pulling his face to mine. “Maybe we can do more than kiss after he goes to bed,” I whispered, “because I really want your lovely skin on mine.”

Jet bit back a low growl, then placed his lips to my mouth, his forked tongue probing inside.

Aaron’s little voice brought me back to my senses as he made commentary to his stuffed animal about how gross the two adults in the room were.

Chuckling, I pulled back from Jet but kept hold of his hand, then outstretched my other arm for Aaron. He curled his little fingers into mine, and the three of us walked out of the bay, heading to the cafeteria for dinner.

After an hour at a secluded table, I learned Aaron had made five new friends in his class, one of them a Volderen youth two years older. His teacher had advanced his math level to college algebra, and a human named Professor Janeway, had introduced him to anthropology, which he loved.

“Next week, Xyra is going to teach a special class about cybernetics. Isn’t that cool? Maybe I can build a real-life Crockett that can talk to other crocodiles.”

Jet had been busy coordinating Volderen intel on XVU’s projects, which had dwindled over the past few weeks as more and more issues came to light, prompting both sides of Congress to drill down deeper into special funding into the DoD budget as they ferreted out the shadow government.

I hope they pull the plug on everything. Earth will be safer with them disbanded. All they’ve managed to do so far is cause pain and sow division. The country deserves the truth about our place in the universe, but not until XVU has been taken care of.

The new nanny, a Volderen named Orryxen with long, white hair, strode to the table and stopped, giving us a nod. “Aaron, are you ready to come over and play with Xelorith? He has been super excited about your first sleepover.”

I glanced at Jet, my confusion probably evident.

“I hope you do not mind. I thought, perhaps, we could have some alone time?” He tilted his head as he watched my face. “But if you do not wish it, I completely understand.”

Aaron clasped his hands together, his eyes pleading. “Please say yes. Xelorith said he has a stuffed animal collection of nearly all the animals on Voldera. I’ve never seen alien animals before. Well, maybe on the holo tablets and in the classroom, but that’s not the same.”

“Oh Lord.” I ruffled his hair. “It’s fine with me, but if you get scared or want to come home, don’t hesitate to call me and we’ll come get you, okay?

” He’d slept over at Myra’s house a few times before, so I didn’t think he’d get chicken out, but I wanted him to know he could always come home no matter what.

“Yay!” He threw his napkin to the empty tray and stuffed his new toy into his backpack.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” A quick peck on my cheek, a big hug to Jet, and he was skipping beside Orryxen, his constant questions fading as they passed through the doors leading into the circular hallways forming most of Atlantis’ structure.

My bedroom, lit only with holographic candles and soft Volderen music pouring from the speakers in the ceiling above the round bed, had become my oasis.

Jet stood in the doorway, his brown eyes wide as he watched me deliberately peel off my pants and toss them into a corner. “Are you sure?”

“We’ve been dating for two months. I’m ready to move to the next level of this relationship, if you’re ready.” I sat on the edge of the bed and lifted my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor.

“Gods, I have been ready since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Seriously? If I remember correctly, the first time we truly met is when I said I’d be performing procedures on you for the betterment of humankind.” The shame of that meeting, and the dozens before him, cooled my desire.

He stalked forward, his face focused with determination.

“I could sense the conflict inside you, the desperate war between right and wrong, your son’s life or a stranger’s.

It became part of my mission to break through and force you to choose, and I had hoped you would remember the reason you wanted to become a doctor in the first place. ”

I pushed myself onto the gray, silky comforter and patted the empty area beside me. “Come lay down, big boy. I want to show you how sorry I am.”

He wasted no time removing every stitch of clothing, and I had to take a moment to breathe, to ingrain the memory of his body—from the hard muscles of his shoulders to his obvious arousal—to the things that made him different from me, such as his horns, his height, and his beautiful coloring.

Diving onto the bed, he rolled over and stretched out on his back.

After taking the ponytail out of my hair, I allowed the strands to brush his chest as I kissed his sternum, bringing my mouth down to his stomach, putting my lips to each scar and whispering, “I’m sorry.”

He stroked the top of my head. “I am not sorry. These scars helped me find you, find love, and I will always wear them proudly.”

At the mention of love, I hovered over his hips and glanced up at him. “I love you, Jetarin R’lyndegras. Thank you for showing me the way back, for giving me a purpose, and for helping me find somewhere to call home.”

His breathing stilled, and I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d said I loved him, or because I’d just taken him into my mouth. With a naughty smile, I curved my hand around his other member and began stroking him, eager to redeem myself and prove my love.

His groan drowned out the soft lo-fi music and he bucked his hips.

I worked him faster, sensing his buildup, and ready to devote the entire night to worshipping his body, but he grabbed my loose hair and firmly yanked.

“Not yet. You are my mate, and I will not be pleasured before you.” In one smooth, lightning-fast move, he pulled me toward him and flipped me on my back, sliding my underwear down my thighs and to the floor.

Next went the bra, and his mouth dived to my breasts.

Moaning, I urged him to go faster. He obliged, and my senses filled with his fresh scent, the taste of his tongue on mine, the rough pads of his fingers as they coaxed me to climax, and the smooth hardness as he entered me, his hoarse shout like a victory yell as he tumbled over the edge.

Several minutes later, nestled in the glow of our lovemaking, I sighed, reveling in the feeling of being safe and loved and fulfilled.

He and Aaron are my home, and we will fill our home with happiness, love, and acceptance. I’ll never stray from my morals again.

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