Beverly's Rebirth (A novella) (Six Saviors Series Book 4) by Carly Fall Page B
Authors: Carly Fall
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projecting onto this baby because he missed out on Abby’s childhood.
“Well, let’s see.” He moved Beverly up against the elevator wall. “ Spicy foods give you heartburn. You’ve been walking on the treadmill and outside. Let’s try sex. I’ve heard that it works wonderfully.”
Beverly laughed. “ Hudson, we don’t want labor to start!”
He brought his lips to hers and let his hands wander over her breasts and down to her hips. “We ll then, let’s make this a practice run, and we’ll keep trying until we get it right. You know what they say: If at first you don’t succeed, try again.”
Chapter 2
Beverly awoke from a deep sleep, her chest on fire and her bladder full.
Again.
Apparently, the chicken potpie and peanut butter sandwich hadn’t sat too well with the baby, and she had a really hot case of heartburn. She hiccupped, her throat on fire.
Rolling over, she thought about the upcoming arrival of Baby.
She felt they were ready. They had three different types of diapers because she had read online that every mother had their own preference, and she wouldn’t know what diapers she liked until she tried them. They had formula in case her and Baby didn’t do well with breastfeeding. Crib? Check. Swaddling blankets? Yes. The baby had more cute clothing than it could ever wear. Bouncy chair, Baby Bjorn, stroller, car seat . . . they had everything except the baby.
The baby. If someone had told her a year a go that she would be expecting, she would have laughed in their face.
When she first found out she was pregnant, she was shocked. She remembered sitting in her small living room staring at the stick that read “pregnant,” as clear as the rain fell from the winter Oregon skies. She didn’t know how long she sat there looking at the stick, listening to the patter of the rain on the roof. What should she do? Abortion went against every fiber of her body; she wanted the baby. But did she do it alone, or did she go back to Hudson? And then there was the little fact that Hudson wasn’t human. Would she give birth to an SR44ian baby or a human baby? Her indecision lasted into the early evening hours. She walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out at the pouring rain that hadn’t stopped in a week.
She knew in her heart that she loved Hudson, but did he want to be a father? He had told her how much he hated that he missed Abby’s childhood. As she had pictured his face for the millionth time since she ’d left, she knew she needed to tell him that she carried his child, and what they decided to do once the knowledge was laid out on the table . . . she would have to see about that. As she had stood at the window and made her decision, she felt anxious at the thought of seeing Hudson again, and her addiction reared his ugly head. She had wanted a pill to ease her anxiety. As she met her eyes in the reflection of the window and touched her stomach, she took a deep breath and calmed the craving.
As she weighed her options one last time, she came to a swift conclusion. And before she could change her mind, she had raced to her bedroom and threw clothes into her suitcase.
She was out the door in twenty minutes.
After she had told Hudson she was pregnant, he immediately began planning their mating ceremony. It had been a simple, yet elegant affair. SR44 mating ceremonies were always held when all of the planets’ moons were full, but they made due with Earth’s one moon and held it outside under the glow of the full moon. The ceremony was always colored in the hue of the female, but since Beverly was fully human, they had gone with green, the color of her eyes. Her, Abby, and Faith had shopped relentlessly online, buying fifteen dresses before they found one that Beverly liked. It was a light green silky dress with long sleeves. When they were mated, she was just starting to show, and it was difficult finding one that wasn’t too tight.
“It’s like it was made for you,”
“Well, let’s see.” He moved Beverly up against the elevator wall. “ Spicy foods give you heartburn. You’ve been walking on the treadmill and outside. Let’s try sex. I’ve heard that it works wonderfully.”
Beverly laughed. “ Hudson, we don’t want labor to start!”
He brought his lips to hers and let his hands wander over her breasts and down to her hips. “We ll then, let’s make this a practice run, and we’ll keep trying until we get it right. You know what they say: If at first you don’t succeed, try again.”
Chapter 2
Beverly awoke from a deep sleep, her chest on fire and her bladder full.
Again.
Apparently, the chicken potpie and peanut butter sandwich hadn’t sat too well with the baby, and she had a really hot case of heartburn. She hiccupped, her throat on fire.
Rolling over, she thought about the upcoming arrival of Baby.
She felt they were ready. They had three different types of diapers because she had read online that every mother had their own preference, and she wouldn’t know what diapers she liked until she tried them. They had formula in case her and Baby didn’t do well with breastfeeding. Crib? Check. Swaddling blankets? Yes. The baby had more cute clothing than it could ever wear. Bouncy chair, Baby Bjorn, stroller, car seat . . . they had everything except the baby.
The baby. If someone had told her a year a go that she would be expecting, she would have laughed in their face.
When she first found out she was pregnant, she was shocked. She remembered sitting in her small living room staring at the stick that read “pregnant,” as clear as the rain fell from the winter Oregon skies. She didn’t know how long she sat there looking at the stick, listening to the patter of the rain on the roof. What should she do? Abortion went against every fiber of her body; she wanted the baby. But did she do it alone, or did she go back to Hudson? And then there was the little fact that Hudson wasn’t human. Would she give birth to an SR44ian baby or a human baby? Her indecision lasted into the early evening hours. She walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out at the pouring rain that hadn’t stopped in a week.
She knew in her heart that she loved Hudson, but did he want to be a father? He had told her how much he hated that he missed Abby’s childhood. As she had pictured his face for the millionth time since she ’d left, she knew she needed to tell him that she carried his child, and what they decided to do once the knowledge was laid out on the table . . . she would have to see about that. As she had stood at the window and made her decision, she felt anxious at the thought of seeing Hudson again, and her addiction reared his ugly head. She had wanted a pill to ease her anxiety. As she met her eyes in the reflection of the window and touched her stomach, she took a deep breath and calmed the craving.
As she weighed her options one last time, she came to a swift conclusion. And before she could change her mind, she had raced to her bedroom and threw clothes into her suitcase.
She was out the door in twenty minutes.
After she had told Hudson she was pregnant, he immediately began planning their mating ceremony. It had been a simple, yet elegant affair. SR44 mating ceremonies were always held when all of the planets’ moons were full, but they made due with Earth’s one moon and held it outside under the glow of the full moon. The ceremony was always colored in the hue of the female, but since Beverly was fully human, they had gone with green, the color of her eyes. Her, Abby, and Faith had shopped relentlessly online, buying fifteen dresses before they found one that Beverly liked. It was a light green silky dress with long sleeves. When they were mated, she was just starting to show, and it was difficult finding one that wasn’t too tight.
“It’s like it was made for you,”
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