I shrug. “We didn’t really have much to play with. There were books that some of us got to color in, but not very often. We had some schooling, but other than that, we helped around the space station. We had our own little roles to keep things running smoothly. I don’t really remember much from when we were younger. I try not to think about it too much.”
It was the most depressing part of my life. Constantly being told to go back to your room or to go do more chores than you needed to.
“Well, when you want to come out to play on the swing, let me know. I won’t be able to take you every time, but we will make it a priority to come as often as we can,” Daddy gently says.“And if you want to color or draw, let me know. I have some paper and we can get crayons or pens for you to color with.”
Tears pool in my eyes as I look at Daddy. “Really?”
He nods and wipes away the tears from my cheeks. “Yes, really. If you want to do it, just ask me. I will let you do it and more. Within reason.”
I lean my head on his chest as he steps out of the building and takes a right instead of left toward his office.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He kisses my forehead. “I want you to have the best life on Venkoria. I want to spoil you.”
I let out a sigh of contentment and look around. It’s all tall buildings with people walking around. They all look stoic as they go from one destination to the other, some people greeting each other as they pass by. But the more I look at the people, the more I realize one thing.
All males.
I don’t see any females in sight.
“Do you not have females on Venkoria?” I ask. “How do you have so many males?”
“We do have females, but they do not need us to get pregnant. They live in communities together. They don’t need us,” Daddy explains.
“So you’ve never had sex with one?” I ask, keeping my head on his chest.
“I have, but it was many, many years ago. It wasn’t out of love, but out of necessity. But you don’t have to worry, none of the females will feel any emotions toward us. They won’t be jealous if they see me with you,” Daddy quickly adds.
“Interesting,” I mumble as I rub my thumb across my chin before looking at Daddy. “What about when we have sex? Will…” My cheeks flush at the thought.
“Will what?” Daddy asks.
“Will I get pregnant?” I quickly ask and look away from him.
“No, you won’t get pregnant, so you don’t need to worry. You are it for me. There is no room for anyone else, including children.”
I relax in his arms. I don’t think I would have liked to get pregnant and have to share him with someone else. If I could have gotten pregnant, would he have made me become an adult and do everything for me?
Yuckie.
I don’t want to do that, and, thankfully, I don’t have to.
“We are here. Do you want to swing?” Daddy asks.
I pull my head away from him. In the park, there are two different types of swings. One looks like I would sit in it and put my legs through two holes, whereas the other is just a long strip.
“I don’t know if I am ready to let go of you,” I whisper.
“That is fine. We can sit on this one. You can hold onto me, and we can swing together,” Daddy states and walks over to the one with a long strip. “I have never been on one of these before.”
I tilt my head to the side. “You haven’t? Then why do you have them?”
“One of the earlier girls mentioned she wanted to try to swing, so we had them installed,” Daddy explains. “We thought we would add in two different styles, in case the female didn’t want to let go of their owner. Kind of like right now.”
“Smart thinking,” I softly say as I lean my head on Daddy’s chest.
“Do you want to face outwards?” Daddy asks.
