Sunday, November 06, 2005
Hungry again
Ever since Stephan got back home, he seems to be either hungry or tired all of the time. Perhaps the aliens did something to mess with his body chemistry.
One morning, shortly after his return, Stephan had just sat down for his second breakfast when suddenly his stomach started doing some strange twists and turns. He jumped up from the table, ready to call for the doctor or even an ambulance.
When suddenly...
His stomach seemed to expand before his very eyes. He no longer fit into his pajamas and had to change clothes really fast. The only thing that seemed to fit was a hideous green t-shirt with an alien's face on it. Somehow this seemed appropriate.
"Ahh, now I know why I've been so hungry and tired lately."
He remembered Hope's words after Iris' birth. She told him that if he wanted another child he would have to "have it yourself!" He doesn't think she will appreciate the humor of this, but he sure does.
Meditation helps
After digging through the bookcase, Stephan finds an old "What to expect" book from when Hope was pregnant. One chapter was dedicated to the importance of meditation. Stephan tried to meditate but kept seeing his hands as possible shadow puppets.
OK, so maybe yoga is not for him. "I guess I'll just keep doing what I've been doing - eating and sleeping."
Stephan rearranged his work schedule so that he could work from home. He didn't think that his co-workers at the hospital would be very accepting of his new "condition."
Adoption questions
"Mom, I never really told you how glad I am that you adopted me. How proud I've always been to be an Adamson."
"Oh Honey, you were always meant to be my daughter. I knew it as soon as I read about the orphanage fire. In my heart, I knew that there was someone in particular, someone very special I had to find and bring home. When I saw you, I just knew. You are my daughter."
Stephan and Iris
Stephan takes advantage of his time home from work to read to Iris. Usually his breaks in between sleeping and eating are when she's at school or asleep. But since it's the weekend they get to spend time together.
Stephan hasn't been able to convince Hope to tell the girls what's happening to him. It's almost as though Hope doesn't want to know. But Stephan feels as though the time is coming soon when she won't be able to avoid the issue any longer.
What is this?
By the time Hope finally makes it to the bedroom, Stephan has already had the baby.
"What the... I thought you were just fat! That it was some kind of depression or illness the alie... I mean, really! A man being..."
Yeah, Stephan was right. Hope had never really accepted the truth of what her husband was saying.
Noooo!
"What are we going to do with it? What will the neighbors say? We're not keeping it! Don't you dare cuddle that thing!"
Stephan ignores his wife as he checks over his new son. Ten fingers? Check. Ten toes? Check. Two eyes? Yep. One mouth? Sure enough. One cute little button nose? Oh yeah.
Looks like a healthy human child to the doctor in him. Looks like a miracle to the Father in him.
Stephan's Tirade
"Stephan. Honey. Are you crazy? We can't raise it. It's an alien."
"No, Hope. He's a baby. My baby. And if you think it's wrong, go look through those family portraits in the Great Room. Really look at them this time. I have. Especially this past few months.
"There's been at least twice in your family history that an Adamson man was abducted. Just like I was. There's been two other pregnant men in your family history. Just like I was. There's been two half-alien babies born in this house before.
"And Honey, one of those aliens was your ancestor. Go look at your great-great grandmother D'Alien's picture once more. Then look at your great-aunt Fiona's as well."
Hope was struck silent. She knew these paintings well. She just didn't want to believe it. She had tried so hard to convince herself that these two ladies had just had a "skin condition." And it almost worked.
Father and Son
While Hope stood silently processing all the things her husband had said, Stephan hugs and cuddles his new son.
"Don't worry," he whispers in his son's ears. "She'll come around. She has too much love in her not to do so. She'll soon love you almost as much as I do now.
As he loved and comforted his son he realized the perfect name for him. "I'll call you Ishmael.