"Don't make me choose between you and my son. Because you'll lose. Every time."
Juliet Parrish walked away with Mike Donovan's words ringing in her ears. She knew that the man was in denial, that he'd eventually be forced to face the truth about Sean, and it hurt her to realize the pain that that knowledge would cause him. The image of the ten-year-old boy floating in suspended animation, neither alive nor dead, waiting to be taken to the fourth planet around the star Sirius to be consumed by walking, talking lizards, made Juliet feel nauseous.
In fact, a lot of things made Juliet feel nauseous these days, especially the smell of raw meat. With a start, she realized that, in addition, she hadn't had a period since the time she and Mike...
But of course. They hadn't used protection, as the act had been too spontaneous and, caught up in the moment, neither of them had even thought of it.
Oh dear God. How on earth would she tell him? He was angry at her right now for what she'd told him about Sean. When he realized the truth of her words, he'd surely come around, wouldn't he? What would she do if he didn't?
She knew that this was probably the worst possible time in recorded history to be bringing a new life into the world. Perhaps she should just have an abortion and put the whole thing behind her. Robin Maxwell crossed her mind. The girl had refused an abortion in the beginning, and by the time she'd finally decided that she wanted one, it had been too late. The hybrid twins inside her had secured themselves to her vital organs so that it would have been impossible to remove them without killing her.
Yet, if the abortion had been successful, Elizabeth, the Star-child, wouldn't be here. What might a child of hers and Mike's turn out to be?
No. She couldn't think about that right now. Right now she had to concentrate of the survival of the Resistance.
Yet wouldn't her own dedication to the cause soon be compromised by her own biological progression? Perhaps she should consider stepping down as their leader, or at least giving half the responsibility to Ham Tyler.
Exhausted and beset by a million worries, Juliet knew that she'd probably find sleep impossible tonight.