“Why did you decide to have me?”
Monica pauses in the middle of the book she was reading. Her hands fall to her sides while she struggles with what to say.
“God gave you to us as a precious gift from heaven.” In other words, they weren’t planning to have a child. But that was okay, most days, some days more than others.
“Fine, don’t tell me.”
On the other side of the room, Monica’s husband smiles. Infiltrating earth one child at a time was a great idea. He’ll have to let the others know: the progeny has started asking questions again. He waves at his wife, the human woman he has come to know and love. If only he could tell her the truth about who and what he is. Would she still love him?
They have a half-human child now. He should tell her. But if he does, he’s afraid he may lose everything.