Kanda's Alien: A Scifi Romance (Dagrinian Love 2) by Pixie Moon Page A

have babies. I
guess we’ll find out in time, sesien min. I don’t think it’s likely
though.” He smooths his thumb over my fingernails. The action is
quite calming. “Would having my baby bother you? Do you want birth
control? I could look into it.”
     
    The caring look in his
eyes makes my heart flutter. “I wouldn’t mind a baby if you
wouldn’t. Family is important.” I hold my breath as I wait for his
answer.
     
    He kisses my hand and then
smiles down at me. “I wouldn’t mind having a baby. At my age my
parents would be happy to see some grandchildren.” Those ocean
waves start churning in his eyes. “Just because we are at the right
age in life where a baby would be welcomed doesn’t mean it’s going
to happen.” His lips curve appealingly as a light enters his eyes.
“But if we can and we all start having babies, we are going to need
a much larger spacecraft.”
     
    Relief has me blowing out
a hard breath. I love the idea of having a family again. On Earth
that wasn’t the greatest idea. But here with Klimen, life is good.
There is the small threat of him leaving me and the wee one, but as
long as I can stay with the dagrinians we’ll be okay. Family comes
first.
     
    “ I like your idea. Babies
on a craft this size would be a little cramped.” A larger craft
would be a good idea even if we can’t have babies. As long as he
lets me out of our quarters, that is.
     
    I watch as he picks up the
practice unit and flicks it on. My heart pounds out a fast little
beat. What will he think of my success?
     
    ~ Klimen ~
     
    Pride in Kanda flies
through my blood.
     
    I love how she boldly
accepts her new life. The sparkle in her eyes when she was talking
about having babies with me was a thing of beauty. That she would
want to have children with me must mean that she likes me and could
possibly want more than the temporary status of sesien min. My
heart does that strange thing again. That achy flip when I think
about her.
     
    Could I handle being with
only one female for the rest of my life? She is a tasty bit. A good
flavor to keep on my tongue.
     
    I look at the practice
unit in my hands and press the left upper corner to see how she’s
done today. My heart nearly bursts with pride and satisfaction.
She’s completed three missions.
     
    Ah, that’s where the baby
questions came from. The third mission is to retrieve a fertility
drug. That mission allowed me to see her in a new light. Kanda
Oistin is very special.
     
    Needing to see what she
thinks and how she feels about the missions, I say, “You did well,
Kanda. Three missions is extremely impressive. What did you think
about them?” The light in her eyes tells me a lot.
     
    She squeezes my hand and
then practically bounds from the couch. Her hands move and her
breasts jiggle as she talks. The soft overhead light makes her dark
red hair glow with vibrancy. She is so beautiful.
     
    “ It was amazing. The
places seemed so real.”
     
    As she begins, I look over
the page that tells me how she did on each mission. My heart
lurches when I see that she died in the second mission. With great
effort, I force myself to calm the black star down.
     
    She is alive. I look her
lovely body over as she tells me about her first mission. Yes, her
glowing skin and eyes prove just how alive she is.
     
    I’m fine until I hear her
start talking about the raktikian that followed her. In real life
she could have died on two different occasions. I don’t like that
at all. The thought of her dying blackens my mood. What is it about
her that mixes me up and makes my heart long to protect
her?
     
    I take a breath and inhale
her sweet scent. I look into her excited eyes and feel my mood
lighten. As she talks about her active cycle, she shines brighter
than a new star.
     
    When she finishes telling
me all about the female she saved and then all about the
interesting sparkgrofians, I pull her into my lap so that her legs
are straddling mine and then kiss