10-06-2016, 10:09 PM
Peter was stuck in the crews quarters, alone, save for the infant extraterrestrials latched onto his chest, he wondered if he was actually lactating. Though that question was soon answered when the strange children started mewling in hunger and he had no idea what to do for them. The egg resting between his knees was quiet save for the intense heat coming off of it and he looked down at it slightly. Amazed that it had came out of him and wondered how different was that one to the ones who were smaller and were trying to nurse from him now.
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