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Evie
Well, shoot, I screwed that up, didn’t I?
Everything was going nicely and then I scared him away by getting too personal and now he’s gone. I guess the key to keeping this man nearby is to not ask so many questions? I walk back inside and close the door shut behind me, sad that the sexy, winged Hyrrokin is no longer sitting on my couch.
“He’ll be back,” I reassure his infant daughter as I rock her in my arms. “Your daddy can’t stay away from you because he loves you so much.”
Lyla gurgles in response.
And suddenly my heart swells with pride as I realize this powerful, mysterious, winged male has left behind the most precious thing in his life for me to care for. Me?
And I will not disappoint him.
I guess I feel like I’m a part of this too. I’m not just some random caretaker for his baby anymore, I want to help. I want to help them both if he’ll let me. And also, I have to admit, I sat there, watching him with Lyla, secretly wishing both of them were mine.
Yep.
But how can I not? He spoke very little, but the sound of his deep voice was amazing. And after I got over my initial freak-out, I soon realized he’s stunning. I stood there like a fool, just checking him out for a good nanco, and he allowed it.
I’m twenty-seven years old and I’ve lived on Salo for almost nine years now. I came here for university, and I’ve managed to gain my citizenship and stay. This means I’m very, very used to being around a variety of species from across the four sectors. Salo is well-known for having the best universities and lots of species arrive here for education. I’ve worked alongside Gravians, Creekans, Surrelians and Xylan. But I’ve never met a being anything like Lyla’s father.
Two huge black horns are on either side of his forehead, so tall they almost touch the ceiling. Silver claws tip both his fingers and toes. A black, barbed tail comes out of the base of his spine. His lips are black and when he talks, I can see the tips of his white fangs and the appearance of his forked tongue. And his features are gruesome. There are ridges along his forehead and the top of his nose. His eyes are black and deadly.
But when I looked away from his face, I saw the rest of him and was enthralled, which was why when I looked back at his face later, it didn’t seem so bad?
He doesn’t wear a shirt or shoes, only a pair of black pants and a heavy silver belt buckle. He allowed me to touch his wing, which was just as soft as Lyla’s wing and that feather he left for me.
He held me when I fainted.
He made sure I didn’t hit the ground and embraced me with his huge wings. And he bought me a cleaning bot. Then he insisted I sit next to him and Lyla on the couch. He’s a big man and his wingspan could easily spread beyond the confines of the couch. His jaw distended and he flashed a tiny flame in the air, for his baby’s enjoyment. I let out a squeak of fear because I was startled, but then quickly realized the fire play was harmless and darling. This male can fly in the air, but also produce flames directly out of his mouth. Of course, all Hyrrokin are flame-throwing, but seeing this in real life, so easily done, was a complete surprise.
I step over the cleaning bot and enter the kitchen. And it’s not just any cleaning bot, this is the newest, most expensive type that can not only clean, but also organizes and repairs. It’s matte black and shiny steel, with a cheerful series of white lights that flash on the top. It’s small and unobtrusive, but right now, it’s grown two large mechanical “arms” which allow it to fold laundry and put it away. It’s going to clean the bathroom for me too, and it will clean the kitchen. I feel spoiled!
I hold Lyla in my arms as I program the new food dispenser to make pancakes and syrup, along with a glass of milk. Then I sit at the kitchen table with my food and Lyla in her bouncer again, gurgling near my feet, as I eat. And all I can think of is her sexy daddy.
His neck is thick and corded. His black lips are full and the tips of white fangs that peek out are entrancing. When he spoke to me his forked tongue made an appearance and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like in my mouth or on my skin. And his chest is a work of art. He’s so very strong. And he smells terrific.
Yes, the male whose facial features are gruesome, with black horns bursting from his forehead—I’m totally attracted to him. In fact, I found myself shifting on my feet, trying to relieve the heat between my thighs. Thank gods he had no idea of my shameful attraction. He did stare at me intently and I thought…I glanced at his crotch because I couldn’t help myself and I thought it looked big. Maybe a little tented and hard?
Noooo. That’s not possible.
He must just naturally have a big package?
There’s no way that male is attracted to me as much as I am to him. I’m only the frumpy, overweight human girl he’s chosen to leave his daughter with. Maybe I’m making more of this attraction than is actually there? Why would this spectacular male want to pleasure mate with a human female? I’m sure he’s much more attracted to Hyrrokin females. I live out here, on the edge of town, alone, that’s the only reason why I’m a good candidate for this project. As soon as the trouble he’s running from has passed and he’s assured of his daughter’s safety I’m certain they will both be gone from my lives, never to be seen from again.
I look down at the darling baby gurgling in her bouncer. The bouncer vibrates and plays soft music for her and she’s happy. My chest tightens at the thought of Lyla suddenly gone from my life. I’ve been alone and perfectly content for the last few years, only speaking with my neighbors and other townsfolk occasionally. I have a large variety of work friends on the vid nets, but I don’t know any of them in real life. I was starting to wish that I could meet a male and start a family. I thought I might be ready for something that advanced, and I was even thinking of joining one of those dating services, but I hadn’t gotten my nerve up yet.
And now here I am with a baby who needs a mother in my house and her daddy who…who…? I don’t know what he needs, but I wish I knew.
Although does she really need a mother? Just because the mother hasn’t been mentioned yet, doesn’t mean there isn’t a woman out there in the universe, crying about the absence of her baby.
I purse my lips and decide to do my own detective work so I can learn more about Lyla’s mysterious daddy. Maybe I can learn something that will help their situation? I’m like that—I can’t just let something lie; I have to poke around. I don’t even know his name and it’s bothering me.
After breakfast I take the baby into her bedroom and find a comfy chair has been placed in a corner overnight. This is the second time he’s left something strictly for me. Tears well in my eyes. The room is crowded now, with my desk and all of Lyla’s furniture and the addition of this new chair, but I love it. This man is so sweet. He looks so very gruesome, with those claws and fangs. He can shoot fire right out of his mouth and that smoke wafts from his nostrils when he’s at rest or agitated. And I guess Lyla will have the same ability? He looks like the devil, but I have to believe he has the heart of an angel.
Meanwhile I have none of those abilities and I assume he thinks I’m defenseless? But I’m not defenseless. I can take care of myself, it’s something I’ve been proud of. I’m a girl without family. It was just me and my mom, and she passed away almost eight years ago, when I was a teenager. My mother died in a freak vehicular accident, and I still miss her every single day. I will always be grateful that she managed to set me up and get me on track to receive higher education off-planet.
Another day with Lyla goes by quickly, but this time a little smoother. The cleaning bot is a huge help. I’ve learned so much from the vids I’ve been watching and I’m now trying my best to get Lyla started on a eat, sleep, play schedule. And by the time the evening rolls around, I’m not as filthy and stressed out as I was the night before, and neither is Lyla.
