“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.
Anne Higa 
Quite a dilemma! It’s bound to come out in time.
Hari Om
Oh my, that’s a story that needs more telling… what a scene-setter this is, Anne! (and I giggled aloud at that graphic!) YAM xx
That’s going to be quite a shock when he does reveal his true self to her!
Secrets ate toxic; I always say that. They usually come to light at the most inconvenient time. Keeping secrets is bad for everyone. This guy, whoever he is, shouldn’t keep a secret of such magnitude from his wife.
Oh wow, that would be extremely difficult. Especially if the ET’s intentions towards earthlings is not good. It’s a wonderful premise for a larger story.
My “P” song for the day:
Oh my goodness, this looks like trouble! Although to be fair, I used to tease my husband that he must be an alien, so…
Black and White: P for Plurimiregia