Lily

“Hurry up, honey, we’re going to be late,” Marcas calls out from the other room.

“I’m trying,” I say, “but it’s hard to slide your way into this dress when you're seven months pregnant!”

Try as I might, the material is not budging. I should have known this was going to happen when I bought this, but it's just so damn cute! And I severely underestimated how pregnant I would be... Zoran babies, I’m telling you. The size of his daddy should have been a potent warning, but I let him knock me up all the same.

Marcas strides into the room, and one look is enough to make me melt. The black suit he’s got on compliments his pink skin and teal eyes perfectly. To me he’s never looked better.

Of course, I think every single day.

“Let me help,” he says.

I let him do his best, and to my surprise, he actually manages it!

“You’re hands are magic,” I say as I run my hands down the silky dress.

He brings my hands up to his mouth and kisses them both. “It’s your magic hands that got us here,” he smirks.

“Stop it,” I blush. He loves bringing up that moment, back in the lab. “Or do I have to make you release all over your brand new suit?”

“Be my guest.”

I grab his crotch teasingly. I intend to shock him, but instead, I am the one that is shocked, for I grab a full hold of his hard erection pressing tightly against the fabric of his pants.

“By Zora,” I gasp. After three years together, I’ve started to pick up some of his expressions. “How did you ever fit that in those pants?”

“We still have time,” he says.

My hands find the zipper easily. “We don’t…”

“We’ll make time.”

“We can't be late — not again.”

“Why not?”

My hand moves automatically, the zipper rolling down. Why not?

Beep!

“That's Egon,” Marcas says, glancing out the window. “Ready to pick us up, on time, as always...”

I sink down to my knees. “What about making time?”

“I’m a bad influence,” Marcas growls as I reach in and pull his massive Zoran cock out of his pants.

“You love it.”

“I love every damn second of it.”

* * *

“You sure took your time,” Egon says, tapping his com-device. “We've been waiting for five minutes.”

“Be happy it's only five,” Marcas grins.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” I say as I scoot my way into the back of his hovercar. “Hi Miah! How have you been?”

“Good, good,” she smiles. “You're looking radiant! How long do you have left?”

“Two months,” I answer. “How do you like Oregon?”

“It's wonderful,” Miah says. “Let me show you some photos!”

Egon pulls away as Miah tells me all about their new jobs. Egon is the brand-new Zoran ambassador to Earth. After all that has happened, the relationship between the Federation and the Zorans is fragile and strained, but we're all striving to improve that. Luckily, Onyx has been dismantled completely, their crimes exposed, and Siya and Basil were both sentenced to life in prison on Blackgate.

Our little group has dispersed, the war won, and we've all made homes all over the galaxy. Some live on Earth, others on New Exon, Mars, or other colony-worlds. Marcas and I chose New Exon, and I'm glad we did. We can live off the land, in the middle of nature, with no one to bother us. It's bliss.

Our group made one promise to each other: Once a year we meet-up, on the anniversary of the day Marcas and I took down Siya. Ava jokingly called it Zoran-Human-Appreciation-Day, and it's stuck with us ever since.

I look forward to this day for months. It's wonderful to meet the people who understand you completely, inside and out. Human-Zoran relations are still not completely accepted on either side of the aisle, but that doesn't stop either of us. I am his, and he is mine -- it's as simple as that.

And, of course, there's the children! Jacob is already quite big (they grow so fast -- and that goes doubly so for children with Zoran blood!), and there's Grace and Eli... and knowing our little group, I won't be surprised if there are half a dozen other pregnant ladies there!

I swap photos with Miah in the backseat, while Marcas sits up front and catches up with Egon. I roll down the window and let the wind hit my face, the beautiful New Exon azure-blue sea glistering in the distance as we glide through the air. We've come so far. The fear I felt back then is only a distant memory now. Now, my days are filled with walks through nature, caring for my own crops, and at night, climbing on top of Marcas's broad frame...

I place my hand on my round belly.

And soon, there will be a new addition to our family.

I can't wait.