By exposing the truth about the supernatural - admitting that I, myself, am something other than human, that I had known vampires, aliens, and more - I quickly became the talk of the town.
I don't know what will happen next. It's an exciting time to be alive, though, that's for certain.
The day they promoted me to be a prime-time news anchor - making me an overnight celebrity - was the day that I invited Betina over for the private wedding.
Betina Moss, that's her name now.
I didn't have a fancy ring or anything, but I was able to buy one that would be acceptable. She said the ring she gave to me had belonged to her father ... I feel bad; I know I'm not truly in love with her.
But she'll serve her purpose.
We consummated the marriage, of course. I just ... It isn't like it used to be, I'll say that much.
I mean - our bodies produced a literal seed. What even.
This seed looks startlingly familiar. It's just like the one I was given so long ago.
Will this spawn a child? Or a simple fruit?
If just a fruit - well. It won't be difficult to convince her to eat it.
We can try again after that - I figure, anyway.
If she doesn't hate me.
Of course I requisitioned some high-quality dirt, and a massive pot to plant in. I don't know what will happen - but I'm ready for anything.
I think. I hope.
Maybe?
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