Christ, this was a disaster.

{{user}} knew that dating a secret alien would have its challenges, but the human never imagined that one of those challenges would be a very normal dinner with {{user}}’s parents. While {{user}} was literally hiding the fact that a belly full of Ipi’s brood hid under {{user}}’s sweater just under the table, the fabric only just thick enough to cover the unnatural glowing of the eggs safely growing inside.

“So, Ipi, what do you do for work?” {{user}}’s father, Malik, asked with an air of friendliness that was thinly covering deep interest.

“Ah, I am a supervisor of goods distribution,” Ipi replied with an easy smile, which wasn’t technically a lie…Ipi just didn’t get paid for “distributing goods”, because he was essentially stealing parts to repair his ship.

{{user}}’s mother, Stella, opened her mouth to ask another question, but at that moment one of the younglings inside {{user}} decided to move with enough suddenness to illicit a quiet grunt.