There was so much blood.
I took the child gently from her arms, setting him aside in a nest made of blankets. I couldn't bring myself to outright murder the infant. I'll dispose of him in another way.
Before she could protest - before she could begin to be ready - I 'celebrated' this birth with her.
She didn't like it, she didn't want or enjoy it - and why should she? She'd let her body be ravaged by a human. But when we completed the act, a seed formed, and she lay limp and spent.
It's in the planter now, all of my anger and hatred burning in that one seed. It's fortunate, I suppose, that - according to Father's research - this will not be a child.
Casey confronted me, but I assured him it was for the greater good. We needed a future, to save the world from itself.
It wasn't like two males could create an offspring, after all, and it would be weird to try.
I convinced Casey to help me take the squealing mass of flesh to the City Hall. We left it there while Yadira was sleeping.
When she woke, she was angry. Of course she was. But some time between her and the incident, and the explanation that we didn't murder it - I'm not heartless - and she eventually could forgive me.
Then I forced her to eat the fruit.
I had to gag her to stop the screaming.
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