Free Alien Guardian's Baby (Scifi Alien Romance) (Zoran Warriors) by Luna Hunter Page A

small girl runs out and jumps into Tsula’s arms. It’s like a miniature version of her: she’s got the same dark green scales and the same bright yellow fin on top of her head. The only difference is that the small girl has some red scales around her nose, kind of like freckles.
    Tsula hands a teenaged-looking Terulian a fistful of coins and shoos her out the door – the babysitter, I suspect.
    “Yona, say hi to mommy’s friends,” Tsula says.
    The young girl looks at us, her red, reptilian eyes growing wide.
    “Hello,” she says softly.
    “Hi,” I say. My heart melts as I stare at the little kid alien. If my baby is anything like this bundle of joy, I can’t wait. I expect fewer scales though…
    I realize I have no idea what a human/Zoran baby would even look like. Would he or she have my fair skin, or Drax’s blue coloring? Would our child turn out to be a small Zoran, or a huge human?
    Drax assured me I’m pregnant with his child back on the shuttle, but since we landed here on station we’ve been running from one fight to the next, without any moment to take a breather and think.
    Maybe we can find a moment of peace in Tsula’s home… though I know I’m kidding myself. We’re in the lion’s den. We won’t be safe until we’re off this station.
    “Sit down, let me make you something to drink,” Tsula says as the door closes behind her.
    Her home is small, but cozy. It smells of roses, to my surprise.
    “What’s that smell?”
    Tsula points towards her vent. “Auto-freshener,” she says. “You can get any scent you want. Helps to get rid of the smell of recycled air.”
    Yona is clinging to her mom’s arms, obviously befuddled by the two strangers who have come into their home. I bet she’s never seen a Zoran or a human before – to her, we are the aliens.
    “Why don’t you go make our guests a drawing?” Tsula asks. “Can you do that for me?”
    The little girl nods and, after Tsula puts her down on the ground, runs into her room.
    “She’s beautiful,” I say.
    “Thank you,” Tsula answers. She pours us all a deep purple drink, and sighs deeply when she sits down across from us at her dinner table. Drax barely fits into the small seat, but he doesn’t complain. “Here,” she says. “It’s gowe . Best I can make it, at least here on Station.”
    Carefully, I take a sip of the strange liquid. After Drax handed me a glass of the spicy, jet-black Zoran drink cuhla I’m not so keen on sampling alien drinks, but I don’t want to be rude. I’m happy to find it tastes like raspberry and mint. “It’s lovely,” I say.
    Tsula nods. “Thanks. It reminds me of home.”
    On the wall next to the table hangs a poster depicting a purple and green alien planet. The description below reads Elohi .
    “Is that…?”
    “Yes,” she answers. “My homeworld.”
    “May I ask why you came to live on Vortex?”
    Tsula looks down, avoiding my eyes as she swirls the gowe in her glass. “It’s a long story.”
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” I say. Tsula is one kickass dame. I’ll never forget how she dropped in and saved our asses from those horrible blobs, but seeing her make us a drink and play with her daughter makes her very relatable. Her brow furrows, and I realize I unintentionally struck a nerve.
    “It’s none of my business,” I add.
    “No, it’s fine. Just… maybe another time. We have a lot to talk about,” Tsula answers.
    “Agreed,” Drax says. “We need to formulate a plan of action.”
    “I have a plan. Of sorts,” Tsula says. “I think I might be able to get you two into a council meeting.”
    “The Council of Four?” I ask.
    Tsula nods. “The very same.”
    “Won’t the Flaming Fang be there as well?”
    “That’s exactly my point,” Tsula says. “We might be able to find a diplomatic solution to all this.”
    Drax growls. “Impossible. I won’t leave this station without Bokito as my prisoner.”
    Yona sprints back into the living