Disclaimer: If I owned the Host it would most likely be nowhere near as good, I mean seriously if you think my writing skills are as good as SM's the well I love you but yeah I;m not her.
Wouldn't That Be Strange
Web Weaver POV
Earth, it was such a strange planet. Filled with strange inhabitants. The thing I found the strangest though, were the emotions. They were so strong, so vivid. Especially compared to the last planet I had been on, here they called it the Spider Planet. On the Spider Planet there had been almost no emotion, here there were hundreds, all of them so strong.
Like when I opened my eyes and saw the the man my host was married too, also a Soul now, obviously. I felt her love for him, I fell in love with him, as well. The Soul's name was Night Singer, he was from the Bat Planet, his host's name had been Micheal Harrington, my host was Angela Harrington.
He was kind and sweet. All Soul's were, but still.
Now he held my hand as a Healer commanded me to,
"Push,"
I obeyed, and again, and again.
Eventually it was over, and they laid the child, my child, in my arms.
"It's a boy,"
I looked down at the tiny baby in my arms and gasped. The little boy in my arms was the most perfect, the most wonderful, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
He looked up at me with his blue eyes and cooed. I knew instantly that I could not give him up as a host.
Night Singer walked over and knelt by my bedside, gazing at our son. The Healer had left the room to give us a few moments of privacy.
"Night Singer," I said desperately hoping he wouldn't disagree,
"I can't give him up for an insertion, I just can't!" I felt a spasm of panic just thinking abut it.
"He met my gaze.
"I agree,"
I held out the baby for him to hold.
"What should we name him?" he asked. We had not thought of a name because we thought we would do that after a Soul was put in him.
"Well Carmine means song and Webb means weaver," I said.
"Song Weaver, I like it," said Night Singer.
I felt blissfully happy. My family felt complete. I felt complete. I thought about the human saying, you don't know what you are missing until you have it. That was totally true for me. I had never known that I would want a human child in my life. It really was like I had found something I didn't know I didn't have. So yes, I felt complete. I had Night Weaver, and now I had my perfect little human child.
Song Weaver.
Carmine Webb Harrison.
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