A/n. IF I OWNED AVP, A, OR P, I'D BLOODY NOT BE POSTING STORIES HERE! .. or would I: Ggg

Pregnancy was a drag. I needed help going to the bathroom, to lift myself out of a chair, and didn't find the whole gag as funny as when Lucille Ball had done it. Not only that, but I got a fetish for eating tomatoes and pickles, especially dhill and baby tomatoes(Now I can't stand them— I wore out my tastebuds, I guess). Also, I became cantankerous. Go'ma dealt with this patiently, though sometimes saying things I couldn't translate but which probably went something like, "Stop being such a god'amn be-yotch. You stupid moron .."

Eight months into my pregnancy, Go'ma asked me about my contacts lenses. "You need GLASSES?"

"Yes. Almost everyone does."

He exploded into a load of Yaujutta that I couldn't follow, too fast and cut. I catched YOU a lot, though, and BABY. I think I picked up the word for GLASSES.

"Is this a problem?"

"YES!" He calmed down, then. "I .. you seemed so perfect .. I can't believe I didn't even think about this .. Glasses .. a Yaujutta wearing glasses .. this hasn't happened in centuries. Everyone will call him four-eyes .."

"Centuries?"

"Yes. Crossbreeding has happened before, but I've told you that. Culturally, though, now, to have glasses .. it would be seen as weaknes .."

"Can't he just have surgery when he gets older?" I asked, calling the baby HE. I hadn't come up with a name yet. There were plenty of name banks in the Book about Space Babies, but Go'ma hadn't translated most of them. They were usually themes of power, like Spear, and ideas like Winter, Fall, Spring, Summer, Wind, Water— respectable, in Yaujutta terms. Nothing like Rabbit, or Bunny, or better yet—beauty. Nothing about beauty.

"No, he cannot .." Go'ma replied, exasperated. "I can't believe I didn't think about this!"

"He'll be perfect, don't worry .." I crawled up next to Go'ma on the couch to reassure him more then myself.

"What kind of thing to say .." Go'ma huffed, before relaxing into a hug. He had taken to holding me and playing with my hair. I wanted to rassure him even further that the baby would be fine, so I took his hand that day.

I put it onto my stomache. "Feel," I comanded. I could feel the kicking, and little bits of it moving in my stomache. He obeyed, and put his hand on my stomache flat-faced, resigned. His hart went dun-dun-dun-dun like a jazzplayer behind me.

"Isssss .. kussss .. ragh, ragh, kusss .." He said in response; you'll be beautiful, and strong in more ways, but weak still ..

"Kra-ah-sss- kra .." It was a questionable thing for me to say, since I wasn't sure what I was saying. Nothing perfect is perfect ...

He corrected me, of course, on how to say what I was trying to say. Then objected. Nothing is perfect, so perfect is nothing I'm worried about.

I had come to see how irational both of our specie's cultures were. On one hand, weakness in his culture was looking funny or needing something like glasses. On the other hand, being healthly skinned, or un-stick-like was seen as ugly in my culture. In his culture, being skinny was seen as pathetic. In both of our cultures, masculinity and femininity to a great extent were still batteling for dominance. Just watch out for me, was a babie's culture. And love.

Love .. for the Yaujutta, the purpose of mating is to have children. It's also a way to be validated. You hunt, and your trophys size and number, your statistics, your scores, your stories, all give you a name in society. If you have the right number of heads in your closet, or rather the right heads, the fact that you don't come from a long line of top-knotch hunters can even be ignored. And your trophies bring you to rock-star credentials with the ladies, all of whom would kill, and do kill, to be "worthy" to have a child under those thropies' names, if not just gloat about it to those less fortunate. Sex, just like in human culture, is really "something" to most people, besides those who obviously don't think that way for one reason or another.

There are so many branches of Yajutta clans, just like tribes in America and "races." For example, Go'ma comes from the Iss-u-ma (thought it would be funny if he really did come from the kiss-iss clan). The Iss-u-mas praise a build of both body and mind, much like the Ancient Greeks did. The council is a group of a head from each clan that is at peace within the Yajutta's terms of agreement, much like the UN. These relations define the clans greatly on an inttergalactic level. Also, the council represents the Yaujuttas pretty much everywhere; to the greys (flying saucers), the rods (their ships look like really old kites), the ess-ocks (round balls, sometimes appear to be simply light). They fight rebels and rouges, and the "bad guys" that affect the Yaujutta, and sometimes even Earth, if it affects their breeding stock for their rituals too much. They fought the plauge at it's worst, for instance, and now aids.

Love. It is difficult to say wether or not I loved Go'ma when I was pregnant. I felt like I needed him, and very connected to him through the baby. But at times, we just couldn't talk to eachother. He'd sit in the recliner, staring at the TV, emoting, at these times, and everything was "fine, fine" or "nothing, nothing" s. I, at these times, and on ther other hand, would lie down with him on the couch, with his hands on my stomache, feeling the baby act out Saturday Night Fever to get closer with its father. "Beautiful," Go'ma often purred.

I was use to his presence, if anything, and I always looked forward to hearing the chirping-singing in the morning. I can't speak for him. I can't really imagine anything he'd look forward to with me, except Emeril and Mexico's Newsreel. Maybe he liked my music, and my books. But other then that, we didn't have much in common, besides a baby and phycology, and even then we were way out of each other's league. But I was fond of him, towards the end. I can rightly say that.

My dad said, that one day a Bellaphron would come, and maybe he would try to then be with me without wisdom. Make decisions without wisdom. I hoped Go'ma wouldn't be my Bellaphron, for both me and my baby.

a/n. Hope you liked the chappy. I've got 11 reviewers! Awesome! I just came back from a vacation along the bible belt, which was very nice. And I didn't have internet but once. So here is the long awaited chapter. GGG

Neo-Queen-Solaris-Cosmos: You like? I'm glad. Thanks for your review!

The Greatest Boba Fett Fan: It is kind of strange. I read a few of the Yautja/ human pairings, and thought, "Do predators DANCE? DO they?" Then this idea of a halloween dance where the predator is dancing and fits right in comes to mind, and it just went on from there, with lots of late-at-night helpings. Lol. Thanks for your review!

IMPORTANT: It hase come to my attention that you spell Yaujutta as Yautja. This shall be corrected withn a week. Very sorry for the mistake. Sure wasn't in spell checker, lol.

Hope everyone has a fun summer. GGG it up, dudes!