Post by Pally on Apr 6, 2018 14:57:11 GMT
Now don't get me wrong. I don't want you to think I was unhappy with being a father or being married. I loved being both. It seemed to give my life some sort of purpose. The only part of it I didn't like was seeing the ones I love hurt or struggle.
I was nervous for Ony the first day after her abduction. It had me feeling more tense than I ever had before. Since I was down to my last jar of rage cream I decided I'd save it and try the Mayor's other option. He had said if we could not control our grumpiness we would have to go eat at the Puffer Dome.
I think he was trying to promote a loving and peaceful faction. That or he liked seeing people risk death by eating at his opposing faction's restaurant. Either way I went to the place with Ony, we made it sort of a date. It started off not too bad. She didn't want any fish, she said her stomach was upset and wouldn't handle it. I thought she looked nervous for some reason.
When I asked about it later she said she was worried about everything. About me eating the death fish, about being pregnant with another alien baby, about the people knowing we had alien babies back home at our vardo. I didn't tell her I felt the same way, to a certain extent. But I did tell her I never wanted to eat the fish again. What would happen to my family if I died? Looked like I'd be spending more time in Granite Falls, bug hunting.
Before a short trip to the Falls, I planted Ony some roses and berries. I thought the flowers and fresh fruit would help make her happy and lift her spirits. I wanted her to enjoy her life with me and the children. I tried my best not to let her worry about too much.
When I returned I found two very murky little boys. Thankfully it was a water day and I filled the old water basin just full enough to bathe both of them. Bob loved the bath. He splashed and played in the water, almost making me wish I could fit into the old tub myself.
Joe, on the other hand didn't care much for bath day. He would rather play with the toys and the little house I had found and cleaned up for the kids. I loved seeing them get excited. Their eyes would grow wide just like their mother's.
Kendra was a fairly independent child. She had a vivid imagination too. Sometimes I'd catch her in her little basement room talking to her bed. She said there was a creature living under it and it was her friend, Smoopy. I never saw anything, but always pretended too when she made me look.
Ony remained happy and in a positive state of mind throughout the rest of her second pregnancy. I did almost all of the chores around the vardo so she had plenty of time to do what she pleased. I was happy to see her take up learning the pipe piano. I loved hearing her plonk away at it's keys.
Despite all our happy and positive thinking, she gave birth to another set of blue babies. This time twin girls. She didn't get quite as sad this time, I think we both expected it. The girls grew into toddlers and learned to hide their blue skin just like the boys. We named them Mary and Sue, for the same reasons we named the boys Joe and Bob.
Ony still had some emotional ups and downs the days following their birth and aging up. I caught her trying to sneak a cowcake again. I told her I loved her and the kids. I didn't care if they were different. They were ours. It helped some, but she still looked sad from time to time.
I myself was still confused by all this. Why had these aliens picked us of all the Murklanders. I think my friends could sense something was wrong because Veegan invited me out one night to Scruffy's. I turned him down at first, but he said he wouldn't take no for an answer. That I needed a night away from diapers and plants. He gave me some great advice that night. I was happy to have him as a friend.
He even came by the Vardo the following day and watched the kids while I slept some. I knew he'd make a great dad himself some day if he chose to become one. I wondered if he ever pursued Valeda, one of the women I took out during the dating game the Mayor had me partake in. He never answered when I asked, just winked and said a gentleman never tells.
I took the advice he gave me about Ony, about being patient and always loving no matter what. It wasn't hard really. I already was doing my best in those areas. Finally as she watched her kids grow and thrive she began to become more happy and content and our relationship blossomed into something stronger.
One day my sweet little Kendra grew into a teen aged young lady. I don't think anything in the world could of prepared me for it. I tried to draw on my own teen life, but she was very head strong and wanted to be independent in everything.
In the days that followed the Mayor stopped in to check on my progress. He told me I was doing well. My kids looked happy and like proper little Burners. He gave me a few other tasks. He wanted me to raise a grow fruit, two trees to be exact. I had to find some normal seeds to plant. And he said I needed one more child.
I didn't tell Ony about his visit right away, I didn't want to upset her with talk of more kids. Early the next morning we were joking around about stuff and I casually tossed it into the conversation. She was really upbeat about it, and said even if it ended up being another alien it would be able to hide like our other kids.
We laughed and talked and carried on like young love birds the rest of that day. I was happy to see her finally being her old self. I knew kids could change a person. They changed me. After all it was through them I learned to love. Them and my dear Ony. They were my world.
Later that night after tucking everyone snugly into bed I went out to use the bushes. As I was walking back to the vardo and breathing in the cool night air, a familiar humming sound filled my ears and then the light shown down from above. I knew what it was. My only thought as I began to rise into the air was, 'At least it's not Ony this time!'
I didn't tell her about my 'space trip'. There was no reason to worry her. We had to much to celebrate anyway. Ony was expecting again and our toddlers were all ready to age into children. They had all been potty trained and had wild imaginations. As they grew, I couldn't help but notice how much they looked like their mother. We had a family dance party. It was a most wonderful night.
As her time grew closer, Ony began making that face again. I asked her if she was okay and she would always say yes and try and smile. But I knew she was worried and that the pain was getting worse. There was something different about her labor this time too.
She kept wanting to eat yogurt and she looked exhausted but would not lay down. I kept asking her to just take a little nap and she'd say, "not yet", she wanted to finish her yogurt. But she wasn't even eating it now, just holding it and rubbing her stomach.
This went on almost all night long. I became worried and started looking on the old computer to see if there was anything left in the data banks about pregnancy. She would stand silently next to me looking like she wanted to cry. I started to feel completely helpless and worried something was wrong.
At one point, just before dawn, she passed out from exhaustion. I tried waking her but she wouldn't come around. I manged to carry her to a bed and lay her down. She slept for an hour then woke screaming. I helped her the best I could while she delivered our, I promised her, last baby.
It was blue, like the others, and very angry. We couldn't understand how this happened again. I had been abducted, not Ony. After making sure Ony was alright and resting peacefully, I tried to sooth the baby. I sang softly to her and that seemed to work. She looked at me and I knew right away something was different about this little girl......Let's stop here. Questions will be answered soon, I promise. I have a few more things to share with you first. But now the kids are hungry and it is my turn to cook dinner.
