As the new mother and son slept, Gene slipped into the empty room to see the sight of his unbirthed partner. He saw the shape of Melfina on the bed and crept towards her slowly. He cast his eyes on the slumbering bio-android and couldn’t help but say something.
“Whoa,” he said in a hushed whisper. Melfina looked so different with the enlarged stomach, that Gene could scarcely believe it was her. She had a look of content on her face that Gene had never seen that Gene had never seen before. Her cheeks were flushed and her breath smooth and brief, Gene remembered women he’d been with having similar looks, but it never looked as noticeable as this. Melfina had gained an exquisiteness to her that was unlike any Gene had ever seen. Smelling the air, Gene caught the sent of sex and lust.
So, the unbirth sequence wasn’t all about parentally love and that crap, Gene thought with a smirk. As Gene’s eyes traveled over Melfina’s blanketed body, he noted that by the way the blanket hung off her body that she was completely nude under there. Getting a bunch of perverted ideas, Gene started to peal off the blanket, to see where exactly Jim had been sucked into. He was just about to lift the covers off when something crashed into the back of his head.
“Bonk!” it made as it impacted Gene’s skull. Turning around angrily, Gene saw a pissed off Aisha branding a frying pan.
“What the hell?” Gene screamed, as he held his now pounding head. He remembered an experience like this when he tried to peak on Melfina when they first met. Only that time it had been Jim doing the hitting, guess that mother isn’t that different then son.
“I was trying to cook a meal for my co-mother and what do I see, but a slimy pervert sneaking into her room.” Aisha glared evilly at Gene and the male felt his ire dissipate, a hormonal Aisha was not something you wanted to mess with.
“I wasn’t doing anything perverted to her,” Gene lied with out missing a beat.
“Then why look under the sheets, you sicko,” Aisha shoots back venomously.
“I just wanted to check on my little buddy,” Gene defended himself with the story of a concerned friend and not a pervert looking for a free show.
“I think your eyes were looking a little below where Jim was,” Aisha said with a frown. Gene was about to try and come up with another excuse, when someone spoke out behind the two.
“Would you two please be quiet, we’re trying to sleep,” the voice asked the two bickering adults to do.