~Third Person POV~
In a dim room illuminated only by candles, a beautiful woman sat on a bed. Her soft yet borderline-perfect features were recognizably Hispanic.
Her smooth, unblemished light-brown skin looked even more vivid in the candlelight. Her long, wavy black hair reached down to her waist and pooled behind her as she sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing a man's back in a comforting manner.
The man was no less attractive than his companion. He was tall, around six foot three, and the sheen of sweat covering his dark-brown skin glowed faintly in the ambient lighting.
His locs were neatly done and framed his above-average face nicely.
The man sat shirtless on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. The woman sat behind him, hugging him with one hand while the other traced lazy circles on his back. She rested her head on his broad shoulder.
"Marianna," the man croaked, frustration, shame, and guilt packed into his voice, leaving it hoarse. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
After saying that, the man—seemingly even more upset—gripped his locs in a fit of emotion, only to feel two soft hands catch his own.
"DaVontae Knight!" Marianna replied sternly, her voice thick with emotion. "You have nothing—absolutely NOTHING—to apologize for. It's not your fault. We couldn't have possibly predicted this."
The man, DaVontae, twisted to look at her.
"Even still—" he tried to say, only for his lips to be fiercely crushed by Marianna's own.
Marianna ceaselessly attacked his lips before eventually deepening the kiss into a passionate French kiss.
As she gained dominance, she placed both of her small hands across DaVontae's broad chest, gently coaxing him to lie flat.
As soon as she was on top, their faces apart, she stopped, seeing her goal had worked. DaVontae had calmed down and was simply enjoying the moment.
"Are you able to talk rationally now?" Marianna asked DaVontae after they both took a moment to catch their breath.
"Is that even an option with you as my wife?" He jokes before adding, "Probably. But..."
"But what?" Marianna asked curiously, yet confidently.
"But I might need another kiss just to be certain..." DaVontae said with a grin, unable to stay upset for long with his beautiful wife beside him.
"Von! We really need to talk," Marianna giggled as Von reached out and pulled her into another kiss.
"Isn't this talking? Just... without words. After all, our lips were most definitely moving, right?" Von asked with a sly smile, prompting Marianna to sit up and lightly punch him before cuddling up against him once more.
"You're so bad, Von. But... I love you. Ahora y para siempre."
"Ahora y para siempre," Von replied, prompting a smirk from Marianna, who instantly chastised him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Von, you haven't been keeping up with your Español lessons, have you?"
DaVontae grimaced, recalling the incident at their wedding when his in-laws had teased him in Spanish.
He'd nodded and smiled... only to be told later by a hysterically laughing Marianna that they'd been trolling him. Big time.
"I... uh... it's been a while, actually. I should add that to the to-do list, huh?" he said sheepishly, leaning in for a kiss that Marianna nimbly dodged.
"Von. Real talk? Don't be hard on yourself. You know I love you either way. Talking negatively about yourself is a direct reflection of me," Marianna said after a moment of silence. "I chose to marry you because I love you—all of you, good and bad. If you berate yourself, you're saying the man I love is horrible, which would mean I have bad judgment. Is that really what you think?"
Von quickly shook his head. "No, of course not, baby. That's not even close to true."
"I know. And now, so do you. Now act like it. I'm not ashamed of you, so you shouldn't be ashamed of yourself. Besides, adoption is just as wonderful as natural birth. Maybe even more so. We'd be choosing our child, making it even more precious."
Von sighed. Before nodding and agreeing with wife.
"You're right. I'll try—no. I will do better. For you. For me. And for—"
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!
Before Von could finish his sentence, a devastating explosion hit the barn of the usually tranquill farm he and Marianna were rented in a quiet, isolated part of Kansas to try and have a child.
Instinctively grabbing Marianna and shielding her voluptuous body beneath his, he whipped out a gleaming, fully loaded Glock 23 with practiced efficiency—the lethal fluidity of a man well accustomed to firefights.
"Von, wha—" Marianna started to ask, only to be silenced by Von's hand over her mouth.
"Mari! Ssssh! We don't know the situation yet. When I give the signal, head to the wine cellar entrance in the kitchen as fast as you can. Try to be silent, but put speed first. I love you. Ahora y para siempre. GO!" Von yelled, rushing out of the room at top speed, trigger finger itching. After encountering no one, he cautiously and vigilantly headed to the source of the explosion... the barn.
The once sagging, warped, and faded-red barn was gone, replaced by upturned dirt and burning wood. An object about the size of an SUV lay covered in dirt, debris, and countless shriveled stalks of corn from the nearby field. Smoke filled the air, making this sight all the more eery.
Von stayed low, creeping slowly toward the unknown object with a firm grip on the stick and an alert and tense posture.
Did they find me? No... I've been on the DL since marrying Mari. There's no way. Plus I changed my last name to my pop's.
So it shouldn't that easy to track me. Especially with Misty helping out...
So... what the fuck goin then? Damn.
After reaching the object, he brushed some debris off it, then stumbled back, holding out the Glock with a slightly shaking hand.
No matter how experienced someone is, facing what is undeniably an alien spaceship would make anyone nervous. The ship let out a hiss and a torrent of steam as its cockpit opened slowly to reveal...
"A baby!" Marianna yelled from behind Von, tentatively stepping closer to the child. Upon first glance, the baby looked normal. He was cute, slightly chubby, and had dark brown skin.
He yawned, and slowly started opening his eyes. You wouldn't be able to distinguish him from any other black baby... except for the fact that he smashed through a barn upon entering earth via spacecraft.
Even muthafuckin storks dropping him off would've been less conspicuous. Got my ass fucked up...
Von was thinking, not realizing Marianna had followed him, and tried he quickly tried to stop her.
"Mari, wait! We don't know what that thing is!" he yelled, slightly panicking.
After all, as a fan of Willem Smithen, he'd seen Men In Black. And in his book, any alien ship landing on a farm equals a few new breathing holes.
In the forehead, chest, and forehead again. From a distance. After all, he was not a fan of sugar water...
However, Marianna only smiled her perfect smile at him, strengthening his resolve to stop her... from over here, of course.
That alien's probably using some kinda mind control. If it starts eating her... I'm gone.
"Von! Think about it. We've been here almost a year. My family knows we're trying to conceive. This is perfect! Like God answered my prayers!"
"By sending a newborn in an alien spaceship through a BARN IN SHITSVILLE, KANSAS?! ARE YOU HIGH, WOMAN?! PUT THAT THING BACK!" Von said incredulously, severely underestimating his wife's desire to have a child. He was utterly dumbfounded by his wife's lack of concern for a literal alien in the form of baby crashing through the barn.
But his words came too late. Marianna picked up the child and gazed with utter love into his beautiful brown eyes flecked with hazel, while donning a radiant smile.
"¡Él es perfecto! I'm going to name you... Roman. Roman Reyes. It's a shame you can't have your daddy's last name, but it's necessary. That angry hunk is your dad, DaVontae. And I'm your mommy! Welcome to the family, Roman!"
~My POV~
I don't know exactly how long it's been since I got the planetary boot. The last thing I remember is getting roofied by that damn ship AI.
I was gradually waking up when a voice, almost as beautiful as my birth mother's, spoke to me with raw, unfiltered love, gently lifting me into her arms.
Only problem was... she has some huge jugs. Like... defies the laws of physics huge.
So in her attempt to cradle me, she almost suffocated a nigga in those boinkers.
Noticing the problem, she chuckled and adjusted my position. She may not have noticed, but I definitely noticed the pure envy on my new dad DaVontae's face as he saw my head disappear into his wife's bosom.
Makes sense I'm still a heartbreaker. After all, I'm destined to be the best looking forever...
I laughed and pointed at him, inwardly saying, "Ha! Get cucked, pops!" with a joyful expression.
However, all they saw was me pointing and laughing while making gibberish baby sounds.
Damn. Being a grown ass man in a baby's body sucks ass. Can't even talk...
Far away, a woman named Dionna grins. Turning him into a baby was ingenious!That'll definitely shut him up. I bet he's pissed. Ha!
Mranwhile...
My mom's face bloomed into a smile as she hugged me and walked closer to DaVontae, who instinctively stepped back.
"Von," Marianna said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Come here and hold our son. I'm doing it. And you will too."
Von grimaced, recognizing the tone all women use at one point or another. He hesitantly took me from her arms and awkwardly held my small form.
I tried to laugh at him again but found myself rapidly growing drowsy.
The last thing I heard before falling asleep was my father's sentence: "My big sis, Mercedes, is up in New York. We can crash there. I know your half-sister Rio and her husband Jeff are up in Brooklyn too. The ship...."
Drifting once again to sleep, I smiled.
After practically raising myself in my past life, I had to admit—it's pretty nice having parents who truly care for you...
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