It's not my first time to go to the club, but it's my first time to see him.
He is very handsome. . . But he's in a state like a dying man.
I was drunk, but I was sure my consciousness was complete.
I helped him, but he whispered. . .
"Let me lay eggs."
Wow. . . They're laying eggs! ,

My Boyfirend Is An Alien

Alittlevoiceattheendofthebedwokemeup,andIwasrelievedwhenIsawArturo'scalmface.Itwasjustadream,notreal,letalonethefaceofmyten-year-oldson.IbreathedasighofreliefandrealizedthatthedreamhadbeenlongenoughforKevintoforgetthepastandstoplaughingatmeatAston.


Ithasn'tsaiditinalongtime.Theonlycomplaintnowismyson'ssmellyface.


"Hi,R,areyouawake?"Ismiledandsaidhellotomyson,eventhoughIheardhimusetheword,eventhoughIhaveuseditmanytimes.


Arturonoddedtomeandsaid,"FatherAstonaskedmetogotobreakfastwithyou.Healsosaidthatyouarelateandyoucan'tgotowork."


Iglancedatmywatchandsawthatmywake-uptimewithAstonhadpassed,soInoddedandopenedmyarmstryingtogetArturoinforahug,butmysondidn'tcome.Lookmeintheeyeandwalkoutofthebedroom,asifIdidn'tseewhatIjustdid.


Isighedalittletoseemybelovedsonofsuchanarrogantcharacter,butitwasnotmyfaultandAston,whohadraisedmeandspoiledme.


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