Am I done, hell nah. But I am done for now. I transform into my humanoid look. My hooves create a “rack a tack'' noise that echoes in the nursery. I muffle the sound and exit, allowing my brides and cambiens to sleep. I head over to Coral.
She is still sleeping, wrapped around our little hybrid cambien. I am ecstatic.
I will need to wait for the baby to hatch to see what kind of hybrid divergent he or she is. I pick Coral and our curse up, carrying them into a new room I made just for her, a heated space, which is needed for the egg, kind of like an incubator we used in 6th grade science back in my human life. Except as a room with luxury times. Like a tree and fauna. I watch Coral scope out the space, then turn back onto her humanoid shape. “This will do nicely. He will be born in abou
