Chapter 14
Way to go, Wendy.
Wendy
“Come, come! Do not be worried.”
Nodala led me inside a room and made me sit on a stool before she turned around and started rummaging through some built-in shelves.
I couldn’t help myself from staring at her back.
Whereas the guys’ fathers looked exactly like them—black and white winged gods—Nodala was colorful and softer.
Her skin was dark blue and purple, the colors swirling in beautiful patterns.
Her wings were smaller, but their feathers’ colors reminded me of ones of a peacock and her long hair was as dark as Nitochi’s.
She was hypnotizingly beautiful.
“I did not know the size of your body, so we might need to make some adjustments on the more formal clothes,” she said, pulling out a few different options.
She was wearing a nearly see-through lavender dress that only truly covered her private parts. And when she showed me something similar in a dark emerald shade, I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious.
“Isn’t it a little…revealing?” I asked, touching the soft fabric. It felt like a thinner version of silk.
She arched a brow, looking at it before turning her eyes back to me. “This is actually one of the most covering options…”
I personally didn’t mind…but—
“Won’t Nitochi and Baelor be upset?” I wondered. “I mean, where I come from, men can be a bit…territorial.”
Nodala tilted her head to the side in confusion. “I am not sure what you mean.”
“This will show most of my body,” I explained. “I’ve known enough men in my life to know they don’t like others looking at what is theirs.”
She brought a hand to her lips to conceal a chuckle. “Oh…No. Other males can look all they want, they still will not dare try to come too close. You carry my sons’ scent—or at least, Nitochi’s for now. It is more than enough to deter even the more persistent male.”
I didn’t stop her when she went to undo the buttons of the shirt. I had never really been shy with my body, but it was not common among humans. Gemins didn’t seem to have this issue at all.
“Try this one!”
It felt more like a wrap than actual clothes. Once on, it only covered my breast, circled my hips and a long, flowy and sheer skirt fell down my legs.
Damn, but this was actually really pretty.
“I have never seen a human female before,” she said distractedly, placing herself behind me to brush my hair back. “Somehow, there are only males working in the base on Gemini.”
“Really?” It made sense. When Baelor came back earlier, he had only brought men. One would think that a woman would have joined if there was one…Right?
“John never explained why…” she added.
“Who’s John? You mentioned him before.”
Nodala smiled. “He is the human in charge of the closest base. The one who came to update your translator? Baelor said he went to get him personally.”
“You know him?”
She shrugged, turning around me to adjust some part of the fabric hugging my body. “He has been living on our planet for a long time. Comes to dinner with his wife about once a week, too.”
Were humans really part of their community here? Maybe that was why they hadn’t noticed the shuttle crashing with me in it…
Nodala removed the first dress and grabbed some reddish pink thing that looked more like underwear than anything else.
“You know, I think deep down I always knew Nitochi would make a great soul leader,” she said as she helped me get it on. “I do not care much for what people say about dark Gemins being too emotional. Sometimes, spontaneity is a good thing. Especially in a family.”
I frowned, lifting my arms to help her. “What is this lead thing? You’ve mentioned it before…”
Her smile widened as her hands deftly moved to tie a knot at my waist. “Males share a soul while females are born whole. They are a pair, completing each other. White Gemins are known to be pragmatic. Thoughtful. Led by their mind and always weighing their words, thinking about consequences before making decisions. Dark Gemins are…emotional. Impulsive. Spontaneous. They are good hunters and fighters, but rarely lead clans or their families.” I nodded, listening intently.
“Nitochi’s impulsivity is well known among our people. But they do not know him like I do.”
She gave me a conspiratorial look as she took a step back, adjusting the fabric of what looked more like an intricate bathing suit than an actual outfit.
“He is more complex than people give him credit for,” Nodala continued.
“Sure, he is impulsive and hot-headed. But he is also caring. Mindful with the people he cares about. Selfless and generous. People will stare. They might not understand why he is the lead of your…unconventional family. I trust you to keep him out of his own mind. Of his doubts.”
I had been here for less than twenty-four hours, but I trusted Nitochi with my life. After all, he had already saved it once.
“I think this whole program is a good thing,” she finally said, cupping my face with her hand. “It is time our minds evolve. That we step outside of the boxes we are putting ourselves in. I hope you and my boys will teach your children a new way.”
Children. My eyes widened and my hand instinctively found my lower stomach. Nitochi said I couldn’t be pregnant right now but yet, he had—
Nodala chuckled. Not mocking, but amused. Kind. “I do not smell Baelor on you. One’s seed cannot cause a pregnancy.”
Oh. Oh. So that's what he meant. “What does it mean?”
She arched a brow before turning to get the other clothes she had gathered and place them at the center of a large silky square. “It means that on their own, their seed cannot produce a child. Their souls—the two pieces of it, need to be connected for children to be created.”
Oh. I blushed at the image in my head. Great. I was back to being aroused.
I couldn’t get pregnant unless they fucked me both?
At the same time? Oh dear. I should be terrified at the thought.
Nitochi had felt…big. If Baelor’s size was similar, it was going to be a really tight fit.
Then why was I excited? To feel them both, moving inside me, my body squished between the two of them…
Nodala’s muffled laugh turned my arousal to embarrassment. Way to go, Wendy. Now I wouldn’t be able to look my mother-in-law in the eyes.
“If your pregnancy works as it should for our species, you will either birth one daughter or two sons.” She closed the large square around the folded clothes, making it into a bag.
“We were the first to go infertile,” she said, her voice turning sad.
“Baelor and Nitochi were the last children naturally born on our planet. As much as I love my sons, it has been hard for me not to be able to have the daughter I always wanted.”
She tied the knot and tested the makeshift bag, nodding when satisfied. When she turned back to me, she placed the large bag in my arms.
“I am happy to welcome you into our family,” she said, squeezing my forearm. “My sons will be good husbands to you, I am sure of it.”