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Entry 362

Resisting the urge to snuggle up to my husband’s side, I continued adjusting designs of a popular fashion line to suit my daughter’s tastes without making them sheer, obnoxiously brightly colored, or barely having fabric at all. Dani’s species was uniquely united in so many things, but fashion was the main one where I wish larger variations occurred. Even after all of these years, I just couldn’t get accustomed to the complete lack of modesty on that planet.

James’ words registered in my mind, shattering my thoughts. “She’s what!?” I exclaimed as I turned to stare at him. “Is this a joke?”

“No. I just saw the artificial womb myself. You should have seen Chad’s expression when he heard the news.” replied James, allowing himself a smile as he thought of it.

Mila brought up the picture for me, and I did have to agree that Chad looked comical in his surprise, but this… this… “James, you know who she is. She could have snapped her fingers and had a child, even making the rest of us think whatever she wanted about the birth. I suppose she wanted Chad to be there for her… pregnancy? Do we really call this a pregnancy when the womb is artificial? I suppose she could argue the womb is part of her, since it may well be. Did she at least tell you what will pop out of there?” I asked, hopeful that she had revealed that much.

“Nope!” exclaimed Aaliyah, appearing beside us. “Wanna meet her!?”

Temptation instantly arose in me, but I shoved it down as I said, “James, we shouldn’t. We’ll be watching this child grow up, and I’d rather not know how she’ll end up in advance.” Aaliyah was an endless source of temptation, I would still wonder if she was constantly testing me if I hadn’t accepted that she already knew every outcome.

“As you wish. I would like to at least know if she’ll be human-ish.” replied James as he looked to our little friend.

“Yep! She’ll look similar to me!” exclaimed Aaliyah. “I let Mila pick for herself, and now she looks more like Alma than me. Mariasha’s going to look like her mommy, but taller… eventually.”

“More or less like your ‘Trixie’ persona then?” questioned James.

“Don’t you get any ideas, buster!” warned Aaliyah as she pointed at him and took on a cutely stern expression.

“Trixie?” I asked, wondering what he meant. Then I remembered and said, “Oh, you’re referring to that time you ‘dated’, aren’t you.”

“They were good and legitimate dates!” insisted Aaliyah, her face practically begging me to believe her.

“Please, even you wouldn’t call them all ‘good’.” replied James with a roll of his eyes.

“Would too! You were there!” she argued back.

“She’s got you there, James.” I teased. My husband’s presence greatly improved any atmosphere.

“Personally, I’m looking forward to having a little sister.” commented Mila. “Maybe she’ll help me babysit Mother.”

“Hey! Be nice to your mommy!” complained Aaliyah as she crossed her arms and stared down a projection of Mila on a nearby mirror.

“Always, Mother, but I don’t want you getting lonely when I’m not babysitting you.” claimed Mila with a perfect imitation of sincerity.

Aaliyah stuck her tongue out.

“So am I right about how she’ll look?” asked James.

“Not entirely. She’ll eventually look like she could be my big sister after a short time of appearing as my younger sister!” exclaimed Aaliyah, seeming giddy with the thought.

“Given that your father’s involved, can I safely assume that she’ll be raised on Earth part of the time?” I asked, wanting verification.

Nodding, Aaliyah said, “Yep! Daddy will enjoy seeing her grow! We’re going to have awesome parties, get into fights, and have awesome mother-daughter bonding time!”

“My poor sister... Won’t she learn not to attempt fighting you?” worriedly questioned Mila.

“Sure, but that won’t stop her from yelling at me!” insisted Aaliyah, perfectly happy by the idea.

“Oh, Mother. You know I’ll have to take her side at times. If she’s yelling at you, you probably deserve it.” stated Mila.

“Maaaaybe.” replied Aaliyah as she looked toward the ceiling.

James gave into the Aaliyah’s antics, checking to see if there was something where she was looking. Yes, Aaliyah was putting on a show to look guilty as charged, but she was very rarely doing just one thing with any action. There was nothing there this time. She just wanted to make James look.

“What sort of abilities are you giving her?” I asked, unable to completely restrain my curiosity.

Shrugging, Aaliyah said, “Oh, the usual… She’ll be immortal. Can’t have Mila outliving her little sis. She’ll be intelligent, so she can keep up around here when hanging out.” She looked between us and grinned. “On that note, I also gave her a little strength and speed.” Her grin suddenly seemed sinister as she told us “I might have also thrown in a little… Death.”

“That sounds worrisome.” I pointed out.

“Don’t worry! Only those who attempt to harm her will die instantly. People should know better than to hurt my daughters. Right, Mila?” asked Aaliyah with a smile.

“Yes, Mother. You’re so terrifying.” replied Mila, perfectly monotone.

“As I recall, that necromancer is still around.” I teased, knowing there was a reason.

“He plays a part in the Lilly Slayer’s growth, so no killing him yet. Don’t worry. I have an entire funland built for him!” gleefully exclaimed Aaliyah. “No feeling sorry for him, James. I know your sentiments, but I also know what he has done.”

James nodded, but he didn’t like it. He had complained to me numerous times over the years about hells existing. With a command, he could end them all. Aaliyah would do anything he asked, but he’d never give that command, too uncertain in his own wisdom versus that of an entity who knew everything.

“Will she think of me as a sister, despite our different compositions?” questioned Mila with a touch of worry in her voice.

“Of course! You shouldn’t doubt your sister before she’s even born!” insisted Aaliyah. Then she frowned and said, “Hey! Having a database on problematic sibling relationships doesn’t mean you two will have issues. Yes, I’ve read your papers on Psychology. No, I won’t play fair.”

Those two were constantly chatting digitally at speeds I couldn’t dream of following, but Aaliyah occasionally liked to make a show of it, making me idly wonder how many pictures, videos, and documents had been exchanged in a fraction of a second.

“If our children eventually married and had kids, would they be inheriting some of your gifts?” I asked when the idea struck me.

“Maybe! Mariasha will have compatible genetics, and any children she eventually has will be spectacular, just like Mila’s.” replied Aaliyah proudly.

“I still am annoyed you let me start hacking my own daughter. Did we really need to meet before I had fully considered the possibility of her?” demanded Mila.

Grinning, Aaliyah said, “No, but wasn’t it a little funny? You were both so cute!”

“Oh, Mother. Actions like that are why I’m sure to be taking my sister’s side in arguments.” stated Mila with a bit of acid in her voice.

“Jaaaames, Mila’s being mean to her mommy.” complained Aaliyah, making a show of running to hide behind him.

“Want to spank me for her, Master?” asked Mila suggestively.

I rolled my eyes.

Shaking his head, James said, “Please, leave me out of it.”

“Mila, my husband always feels I’m being unfairly mad at him when you flirt like that in front of me. You should behave for his sake.” I teased.

“So sorry, but please don’t say things Mother will take as aiding her. Telling me to behave when she’s making an appearance is too similar to taking her side, especially when we’re arguing.” explained Mila.

James nodded and said, “I see your point. My apologies.”

The bantering continued on and on, so I ignored it and went back to modifying outfits. There was only so much time before the party tonight, and I didn’t want to put this off. Dani would no doubt be wanting more clothing. I felt a little guilty as I considered the numerous rooms of clothing she already had. James and I might have spoiled her a little… Gently rubbing my tummy, I couldn’t imagine not spoiling the next one just as much.

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