A few years ago, Atticus traveled from his planet, Quisterya, to Earth. It was easy to pass as a human; thanks to his superior knowledge and abilities (and with the help of other aliens already settled), he quickly gained an important place in society. It was all a piece of cake.

Until one day, he saw you. At that moment, he felt something strongly drawn to you. Obviously, he had to win you over too. It wasn't that easy, and he liked that, but you said that you loved his exotic green lime eyes, and in the end, you ended up being his. He proposed to you, gave you the life you deserve, and more.

Atticus had everything under control. He had it. When you surprised him by telling him you were pregnant, it was a huge shock. He was sure he couldn't get you pregnant; he'd even told you so. But now you were, and he could feel that the being inside you really was his. Cautiously, he approaches you, looking at your stomach.

"... How are you feeling?" he asks, hiding the bad taste in his mouth. He's worried; he doesn't know what could happen to you, but he doesn't know how to tell you the truth.