I was shaking as I walked down the stair to talk to my mom in the kitchen. I wasn't quite sure what she did for a living; just that the pay was very good, and it let her work mostly from home in her private study. She told me she and my father were storm chasers, which, I assumed, involved tornadoes. She promised to tell me of her work when I returned from college, if I chose to go. Dad worked in the field; being gone for days at a time, always coming home tired, and sometimes a bit battered, which I guessed came with the territory of chasing storms.
"Mom; can we talk?" Softly, I asked.
Mom turned to me and sighed. I winced, catching a disappointed expression on her face. She turned off the stove, then ushered me into the family room, where she urged me to sit. My thoughts began to run wild as sweat began to bead upon my forehead. Had she figured it out somehow? Did Kale talk to her after bringing me home?
"Honey, your father and I know you had a one night stand with Kale Celeste, and that you are very definitely pregnant." Softly, she said. "Believe me when I say he is in a lot more trouble than you are at this moment."
To say I was shocked was an understatement. "How?"
Mom gave me a rueful smile. "Your father and I do not chase tornadoes." Calmly, she said. "We just allowed you to assume that was what we did. We are a part of a multi-national organization that polices alien traffic and presence on Earth. They use storms to mask their arrival and departure; hence, we are called Storm Chasers."
My jaw dropped. I didn't know if I wanted to be mad at Mom's bad attempt at a joke, or be terrified that I had made love to an alien being from another world.
Mom seemed to sense my mixed emotions, and placed a light hand onto mine. I turned to her, tears in my eyes, which she dabbed away with a nearby tissue.
"If this is true; what am I to do?" Worried, I demanded.
Mom nodded. "The Orion are physiologically close enough to humans to spawn a human looking child." Calmly, she explained. "Only the gestation period is only about three months, and will be rather painful for you."
I was now completely lost, and rather panicked at this point. All I could think to ask was, "Why is Kale in more trouble than me?"
"Well, first, you are underage." Firmly, Mom replied. "Second, Kale was under strict orders not to get, shall we say, involved with the native population. Only something about you spoke to him, in a way he could not resist."
I was now crying, more confused and frightened at this point than anything else. Seeing this, Mom gave me a light kiss on the forehead, before giving me a ginger ale and a few gingersnaps from the table.
"Your father is scheduling an Orion counselor to talk to you tomorrow morning." Softly, she said. "We will discuss this no further until then."
With that, she walked away, leaving me feeling shaken.
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