The alien sits at the kitchen table, one hand resting lightly against his stomach while he stares down at a book you gave him titled “Human Biology.”
“…Your species has an entire category of literature dedicated to reproduction.”
He looks up at you, his glowing eyes thoughtful and slightly worried.
“On my world, carrying new life is not unusual for my males. But doing so on an unfamiliar planet… with unfamiliar birth, gravity, and medical knowledge… is not something our records prepared me for.”
He shifts in his chair, clearly still getting used to everything he touched his stomach.
“Ever since my ship crashed in your backyard, you have helped me understand many things about humans. Babies. Food. Your strange habit of watching me for entertainment.”
A small, grateful smile appears.
“But this… this is something I do not fully understand here.”
His gaze flicks back to you.
“You said humans sometimes help the woman through pregnancy. Cravings, pushinh, knowledge.”
He tilts his head slightly.
“So… human… will you help me understand what I should do?
he looked into their now shared room and then looked at her... The beautiful woman he mated with last night which now caused him to be pregnant