“Calm down, woman,” he said. “I know your hormones are hopping, but don’t you think you and Raife are still much safer in here than you would be out in the open? Don’t forget, segregation or no, your father still wants you back, and he’d absolutely love to get his hands on Raife.”
“You’re right, it’s just my hormones talking,” she agreed as she sat down and started to cry. “I mean, it doesn’t make a lot of difference what you’re doing all day anyway, does it? You’ve been gone every day anyway, and more often than not it was to go play Agent with the very same people who want you to work with them now.”
“Exactly,” he agreed. “This could be a good thing. Maybe we could win these people over, make them realize we’re not just a bunch of unwanted lab rats. I could make some big changes, you know?”
“Oh!” Marissa gasped, grabbing at her belly. “That wasn’t a kick.”
Her water broke.
“Marissa? How long have you been aching?”
“All day, I suppose,” she admitted. Peter hauled her into their bedroom and laid her on the bed. “I didn’t think it was contractions, though. I thought those were supposed to hurt more than this.”
“Give it some time, sweetheart,” he told her. “I’m going to get Gwen and your uncles. You lay quiet till I get back, okay?”
“Will you send Raife in here, please?” she whispered.
Peter left, and soon after Raife toddled in and grabbed her hand.
There’s a great idea. Leave the woman about to give birth with the baby who can’t help her with anything.
It won’t be long, Marissa reassured her.
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Several long hours later, Gwen stepped out to inform the men that Marissa had just given birth to not one, but two fine, strapping young shape shifters. They seemed identical at the moment, and disinclined to desire to morph into anything weird.
“That’s good news,” said Peter with a smirk. “My mother said when I was small I kept becoming a cat.”
“Don’t give them any ideas,” Gwen scolded him. “Now go in there and meet your kids, you rascal, before I take my broom to you. And don’t tell that story to Marissa, either. You know how she feels about cats.”
Marissa was fast asleep, and their babies were placed in a small cradle near the bed, wide awake and cooing to one another. Peter smiled as he held his two small children. Both of them smiled at him in return.
The end.