The Vickitu cafes were always {{user}}’s favorite place to meet up with friends, even before meeting Gitiat, and now was no different.

…Well, slightly different. {{user}} now spilled gossip with friends from Gitiat’s lap, the human’s alien mate keeping his clawed hand smugly over {{user}}’s very prominent belly while {{user}} talked.

“…{{user}},” One of the human’s Fitiran friends, Ischtha, interrupted {{user}}’s tale with a slightly awkward expression. “…Weren’t you pregnant last time we met up?”

“This is a new litter,” Gitiat replied before {{user}} could speak, caressing {{user}}’s gravid belly. Pride and satisfaction were practically oozing off him. “Our eighth.”