Any and all who ever wanted a loyal, brutal and absolutely obsessed Yautja as theirs, this is for you.
Collection of all of my oneshots first published on Tumblr.
Summary: After you gave birth to your son, it took you some time to get used to having a half-Yautja and half-human.
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You felt sore all over.
You moved against the fur but your whole body felt sore.
You could hear your mate's soft breathing, it immediately made you feel at ease.
Yet, something felt out of place.
As you stirred from your sleep, you sat up in your bed and looked around. Everything looked normal, except for one thing.
The little child who used to be under your heart was now in a crib beside you.
You looked at your mate, sleeping soundly beside you.
He got used to sleeping with you to the point where he didn't even care anymore if you moved or woke up.
It wasn't always like that.
He often woke up with you when he took you into his home, but he got gradually used to you being with him.
You moved over to the crib, leaving the warmth of your bed, you stood up and got your son out of his crib.
It was a little strange to call him your son, after all, he looked nothing like you.
He looked like a pure Yautja, except for his eyes, his eyes were yours.
He wasn't sleeping when you lifted him out of his crib, instead, he was watching, learning.
You ignored all the pain in your body as you moved out of the bedroom and into what you would call a kitchen.
You got yourself a glass of water as you sat down on one of the chairs. With your child in your arms, you moved him so you could see his face.
He laid in your lap.
"Will you never cry?" But your Baby had no reply. Of course, he didn't he wasn't even a day old. You watched him as his eyes wandered from your eyes to your chest and hands.
You held a finger out to him, which caught his attention and he immediately grabbed it.
He continued to watch your finger as you smiled.
This little moment reminded you that even if he looked like a Yautja, he was still a baby.
Your baby.
This little boy in your lap was not so long ago in your stomach.
It was crazy to think about.
Your house felt a little too quiet, usually you were never up without your mate. So, this felt a little strange.
You looked at your son.
"How am I supposed to feed you?" You said as you lifted him, trying to see if he was hungry or not. He was, you didn't know how, but you could tell.
You pulled your nightgown down and you didn't know how, but he was a natural.
You watched as he fed.
He truly didn't feel like your son. You looked after so many Yautja babies when you joined their tribe, this felt almost like one of those moments.
Except for the feeding part. Only a mother can feed their child.
And your son was no exception.
While he was born into a very high place in the hunting tribe, he was still your son.
A highly anticipated member.
Your Mate was the right had of the tribe leader, a high position with lots of responsibilities.
One of which was to bring a son into the world.
Which you just managed to do.
You had a pregnancy which left your body sore and your mate feared the worst, but thankfully, you were able to give birth without any major issues.
And now, here you were, holding him and feeding him.
Your thumb ran down his little cheek, right next to where his mandibles were.
"You are beautiful." You smiled and the child just kept looking at you.
Once he finished eating you pulled your gown back and pulled him to your chest, laying him down.
Did Yautja babies even burp?
Guess you will find out soon.
He did burp.
A small little burp.
And soon, he was off again.
You got up from the chair and headed back to the bedroom.
You got in, the fire was still going, but now, your mate was up.
He looked at you then at your son in your arms.
"He was hungry." You said as you put him back into his crib before climbing back on the furs.
You let out a long yawn before getting under the covers.
Your mate made a sound before laying back down himself. You lay down closer to him as he pulled you closer.
Maybe it was a difficult thing to give birth to a Yautja baby. Maybe it was difficult being married to one as well.
But you loved them both with all of your heart and that was enough, more than enough.
