The
bright colors that surrounded her had entered his body without his realizing it
and had lit the darkness that had always ridden him. No longer could he ignore
right and wrong—no longer could he fail to fully understand what his people
were doing. The blinders were off. He was now enlightened to a full
understanding of his soul and there was no going back. With a final thrust he
felt his seed leave him in a hot rush, his body the instrument to fulfill some
kind of manifest destiny. At the instant his seed entered her he experienced
fireworks of color light her from within. He felt her body embrace this vital essence
for starting life and in that split-second he knew: Lily would bear his child:
a star child. My God, what had he done…?
The
pair lay still, trying to absorb the enormity of what had happened.
Lily
spoke first. “Something huge just
happened, didn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Who
are you, Cullen Goodman?”
His
heart lurched in his chest. If he told her he would lose her. He could not lose
her. Lily was…Lily, and the sun rose and set on her. It was a monumental
realization.
“Just
a man falling in love.”
“Love?”
she said the word tentatively, like she was trying it on for size.
“Yes,
love Lilly. I don’t know the why or
the how, just that it is.”
“Don’t
be frightened, but I think you’re pregnant,” he whispered in her ear, holding
her close and wanting to spare her.
She
nodded. “I know, I saw it happen. It’ll be a boy.”
“A
son.” His voice was full of reverence. The pair held each other close, finding
the surreal moment too overwhelming to say anything more…
EIGHT
Present day on Planet
2topia
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