Several galactic cycles later…
Mated life agreed with Louisa, when they weren’t running from the law, she thought with a smile. To her hunks credit, while they didn’t invite trouble, it had no problem finding them. It made life interesting to say the least.
To her surprise, she didn’t miss earth at all, and while she did sometimes miss the lively antics of her girls, Brax and Xarn more than made up for it. Besides, she was getting regular updates on her girls progress—and mishaps. They were flourishing under their new teacher, and it filled her with joy to see them looking forward to the future.
To her delight, her men outfitted the spaceship, which they spent a lot of time on, with a toilet more like she was used to back home instead of the one that liked to molest her for body waste. They’d also hired an architect to design a house for them. Xarn’s cousin, Tren, had graciously--after Megan harangued him--allowed them to build on his privately owned planet, on the other side thank goodness. Very few people possessed the fortitude to hang around for long at the home of the most renown mercenary, even the mercenary himself.
The reason? One itty, bitty baby, with the lungs of a giant.
Speaking of whom…Louisa winced at the continued screeching easily heard even though the child resided upstairs behind a thick door in the nursery of Megan’s home. They really need to start handing out ear plugs at the door.
Despite her status of school teacher, Louisa possessed no knowledge of babies other than they pooped, slept and ate a lot. She also added screamed like a champion to that list. Poor Megan was at her wits end and Tren, well past that point. Her own mates took to scouring the markets when they travelled, looking for something to soothe the cranky beast, but short of the few moments the babe slept or ate, pure auditory hell existed.
Tren entered the living room, his eyes bloodshot and his hair standing on end. Brax and Xarn followed him, the perpetual wince on their miens making her bite her cheek to prevent a chuckle.
“How much longer can the babe scream?” Tren asked. “He’s been doing it since birth. This can’t be natural.”
“Um, yeah it is,” Louisa replied. “Or so I hear. How old is he now? Three months, four? You still got months to go, buddy.”
A groan left the poor father and he sank into a chair.
Louisa took pity on him. “What you and Megan need is a nanny.”
“That is what my mate said, but we’ve tried hiring caretakers for the child. The last two almost ate her and I had to kill them. Megan is exhausted though, and we must do something. I will not see her unable to tend my needs.”
She snorted. “Liar. You just want to get a night’s sleep.”
A mournful look crossed his face. “She won’t let me sleep on the ship. She claims since I am half responsible for the child, then I must endure every piercing shriek.”
Louisa winced as the treble changed in pitch.
“Bath time,” they all said. Automatically, they headed for the terrace where the screams, while still present, weren’t as strident.
No sooner did they step outside, than the crying abruptly stopped. Eyes wide, Tren raced back into the house, and Louisa followed, her mates right on her heels. When she proved too slow, they scooped her over a shoulder and pounded up the stairs.
The deathly quiet continued and she prayed Megan hadn’t killed the child. Or that something hadn’t eaten it.
Stumbling into the nursery, they all came to a shocked halt.
“Aunt Muna, what have you done?”
Xarn’s mother looked up from the baby who cooed at her, while Megan, collapsed in a chair, gave them two thumbs up.
“She’s like the baby whisperer,” Megan confided in a hushed voice. “I don’t know what she did, but Mren shut right up.”
“You’re hired,” Tren announced.
Muna laughed. “Delightful as your infant is, I must return home to my husbands. They are quite lost without me. Fear not though, help is on the way.”
“You’re sending your clone?” Megan asked hopefully.
“No.”
“Sister?”
“No. I’ve sent the wiliest warrior I know to fetch you a nanny.”
Purple faces all around peered at each other. “Since we’re all here, you must mean Jaro?”
A scoffing sound escaped her. “Of course not. Aylia would chain him to her bed before she’d let that one out to hunt. No, I mean you cousin Makl.”
“Little cousin Makl?” Xarn laughed. “A nursemaid is more likely to think he is the one in need of coddling.”
“You haven’t seen your cousin in years. He’s grown into quite the warrior.” At the bristling stance of the purple males, she smiled and added. “Not as good as you all of course, but now that you’ve got mates to care for, it’s best to leave these types of quests to unattached males.”
Brax snorted. “That’s not a quest. It’s an errand. How dangerous can it be to hire a nanny?”
“Not just any nanny,” his mother said with a feral grin that spelled trouble. “A human one who knows how to care for children.”
“Too easy,” Brax said.
“Wish I’d thought of it,” Tren said.
“Um, how is he going to find her?” Louisa asked. “Isn’t my planet off limits?”
The laughter told her more than words how ridiculous that question was in her current company.
Annoyed, she fixed her mates with a stare. “You better hope he’s successful, because in about eight months, dudes, you’re going to be in the same boat.” She patted her tummy, her grin a mile wide when her purple warriors suddenly needed the wall to keep themselves upright.
God, she loved her purple mates, and she thanked her lucky stars every day that an alien abduction led her to them. Oh, and sometimes she threw in a thank you to the minor god Murphy too, just because she knew it irritated her mates.
Life couldn’t get any better. And even more awesome according to her dual abductors, it was forever.
*
In the obsidian galaxy, far, far away…
Makl grumbled as he stalked through the marketplace. Sent on an errand indeed. Did his Aunt Muna not realize he had more important things to do than to fetch a nanny for his stupid cousin? What was so hard about placing an ad and conducting interviews until someone could be found to care for the spawn created by his egotistical cousin Tren and his barbarian female? Next thing he knew, they’d ask him to buy toys, or mind the child. How degrading.
Although, the idea of flouting the laws and brazenly going to the barbarian planet to steal a female did sound like fun. While his reputation as a fighter was building, he still had a ways to go before he came out from under the shadow of his numerous cousins.
Stalking past the marketplace, he headed toward his favorite brothel, determined to relieve his cock before undertaking the stupidly long voyage. He stopped dead though at the sight on stage.
It seemed the goddess of Karma was smiling his way because there, dressed in a floor length cloak, head bowed, hands clasped was a human, or so the announcer claimed as he extolled her many virtues which would make her fetch a hefty price.
Not that he planned to pay for her.
As the Galactic Avenger, he would take her from right under her new owner’s nose. And maybe laugh while he did it.
Little did he know, a bored deity was lurking, and with a giggle, did what he did best—frukx up the best laid plans and intentions.
The End
Stay tuned for the next Alien Abduction installment, coming late 2012/early 2013.