The Broke Legacy: Generation 1.4.

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Previous update : Gen 1.2.

For the next few weeks after my abduction, I became silent and introverted. I was still shocked from what had happened, and wasn't ready to talk about it with anybody. Besides, I felt sick and dizzy all the time. I woke up with nausea every morning.

One of my co-workers, Jameson, got worried about my unusual behavior. "What's wrong, man? You haven't been yourself lately? Are you sick?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I must have eaten something moldy without noticing. You know how much they ask us to study at camp, I've barely had time to sleep..."

That afternoon, I got a phone call from P.T. "So you've finally returned from your little trip, Beau." "How did you...? Were you behind this, P.T.?" "There's so much I need to explain to you, kid. But right now I'm in the middle of a family crisis. It's that neighbor kid, Tank. Johnny and he fought again..."

I glanced at Jameson and continued- "It's OK, P.T. It can wait 'til tomorrow. I'll see you then...

But that night, something happened. I woke up at midnight, feeling very sick and nauseous (per usual).

But as soon as I stood up, I felt the whole world spinning around me. And I felt as if something inside me was moving!

Imagine my shock when I looked down and noticed that my stomach somehow had become larger. What's going on?

I didn't care that it was 1:00 A.M. I had to talk to P.T. right then and there. "P.T.? It's me, Beau. There's something very wrong going on and I think you are the only one that can help me..." "I know... but trust me, it's nothing wrong. Please go back to bed, Beau. Jenny and I will be there first thing in the morning"

Of course I didn't sleep that night. The following morning I was so tired that I fell asleep right over my pancakes.

The doorbell woke me up. Finally, some answers!

P.T. was strangely serious. He just stood there and looked at me. "I knew it."- he said- "I knew they'd choose you."

"Choose me for what? Are you talking about the aliens? You know what they did to me, don't you? Please... tell me it's not what I'm thinking of..." "You think you are pregnant, Beau?" "No!"-I replied- "I mean... that's impossible. I thought I saw a pregnant guy the other day but..." "The man you saw was probably Pascal Curious. He just gave birth to a lovely girl. And just like you, he was abducted by my fellow aliens months ago." I was speechless: PREGNANT? Was I really PREGNANT? That was impossible! Ridiculous! No way! I wasn't going to believe such non-sense! But a sudden movement inside my stomach confirmed P.T.'s words. I was going to become a father very soon.

My real name is Pollination Technician #9, Beau. My planet, Graslax, is dying. There's no food or water left. And soon there won't be enough oxygen to breathe too. In order to keep our race alive, we were forced to look for other planets, similar to ours, to procreate. For several years, I visited many towns in this planet, looking for human beings that'd help us. Kind and smart humans that would take good care of our descendants that would teach them about their original planet and the importance of taking care of their current one. One day, my ship crashed, and I was unable to return to Graslax. A couple of years later, another spaceship came to my rescue, but I was already married to Jenny and expecting Johnny. I've made my life here on Earth. But I promised my Queen I'd still help with our mission. So I still look for the ideal humans and befriend them. I met the Pascal brothers when they were teens, and knew they were special. And when I met you, Beau, so eager to start a family and to form a future in a place so different from your original town, I knew you'd be a good father too.

I... I didn't know what to say- "So... that telescope..." "You can say it was some kind of trap. But I don't see it that way. The telescope was a gift from my family... but what you are carrying inside you it's the real gift from my people. I know you'll take good care of it" "But... I don't have money... my job..."

"Here's what we are going to do, Beau."-said Jenny- "I know a doctor in this town. He's gonna write a letter to the camp and say that you are currently suffering from an extremely contagious form of... hepatitis. And that you'll need to stay in bed for a couple months. Just enough time for you to give birth." Giving birth... now THAT was a scary thought. "You know about my problems with the Grunts, Beau."-said P.T.- "You know Buzz well from the Army. You know how obsessed they are with finding our spaceships and to study us. I hid Pascal during his pregnancy (except for the times the idiot left the house despite my warnings) and that's what I'm gonna do with you. You can't leave this house, Beau. Jenny will do your grocery shopping for you. I'll visit you everyday to check the progress of your pregnancy. Don't worry... everything is going to be all right"

A baby? I still couldn't believe it. And I didn't know if I should be glad or not. But I'd follow P.T.'s instructions. Besides, I didn't want anyone to see me like this. So I hid inside my house for several months. I stopped writing to my family and answering phone calls. I didn't want anyone to suspect about my pregnancy... as incredible as it sounded. I'd never felt so alone...

The months went by and... that creature kept growing inside me. It was such a weird feeling... having something move inside your tummy. Something that was alive... and mine in some sort of way.

Most of the time I felt like a living oven... an oven some green chefs were using to bake a weird pie. P.T. didn't like that comparison, though.

Seven months later, I decided to make the phone call I'd feared to make for so long...

"Mother? It's me..." "I'm sorry for not calling all this time... I've been... busy..." "How is David? And Dustin? How is little Sandy... oh, did she learn to walk already?"

"Me? Well... I don't know how to say it but... remember how you said you wanted tons of grandchildren? Well... you are going to be a grandmother... again? Mom? Are you crying?"

"Of course I'm glad... sort of... Uh... I'm not married... And I don't have a girlfriend either... Uh... and I'm still a virgin... No, I'm not adopting... Are you sitting down, Mother?"

"The truth is... that I'm pregnant... Yeah, some aliens abducted me and now I'm carrying their baby and... Isn’t it funny? Uh... Mom? Are you there?"

Of course she wouldn't believe me. Or at least that's what I thought, because two days later, as I was taking a nap, someone from my past arrived.

Oh Beau... what have they done to you?

I couldn't believe my eyes when I woke up and found my mother next to me. I hadn't seen them since the day I left home so many years before. "You've grown up so much, Beau. I'm sure your Father would be so proud of you."

"I can't believe you are here! I thought you'd never talk to me again or think I'm crazy or..."

"You never lied to me, Beau. You've kept your promises all these years, so I knew you were telling the truth. So, I came here to check on you, to see that you were fine and...- she grinned-To take a look at my future grandson!"

"This is not funny, Mother. Can't you see I'm... some kind of freak?" "The only thing I see is my second son, who somehow has been blessed with something I know he has been wishing for a very long time. It doesn't matter how this baby came to your life, it is still a gift. That's what I felt when I found out I was expecting David. Most people thought it was a curse, but it wasn't and you know it. I accepted him with open arms, and so did his brothers. Your baby deserves the same thing from his father..."

"Besides... I can almost hear him sucking his thumb. How cute... just like his Daddy!"

Mom then placed her hands over my stomach and said- "I admit that I was terrified and confused when I heard your news but... now that I see you and feel him, I'm sure everything is going to be all right. Have faith, Beau, I know you'll make it far. That's why you left Pleasantville, remember?.

As my mother hugged me, I finally felt at peace with myself. Maybe I wasn't going to start my family the way I had always expected I'd be, but that didn't matter anymore. That afternoon, I realized how wise Brandi Broke had always been.

The last weeks of my pregnancy were very hard. I felt tired all the time; I could barely keep my eyes open during the day.

With the money I earned from my "sickness leave", I fixed my home a little bit. I built a very small room for the baby. I was used to sleep in the hall, but I wanted a different beginning for my son. I was worried because money was still pretty tight, and I had barely enough to buy a crib. I was aware a baby would need more than that.

And the baby kept pushing against my bladder, so I had "accidents" frequently. How embarrassing!

Finally, on the first winter night, I woke up feeling an intense pain in my stomach. I was going into labor! Wait a minute... LABOR?!

"Darn it! Now where is this baby supposed to come out from?!"

I won't go into details about the way I gave birth. The only thing I remember is that intense pain that made me appreciate my mother more than ever. Anyway, somehow everything happened quickly and before I knew it I was holding a small, green, baby.

A small, green, baby who looked at me with eyes identical to mine. A baby I fell in love with in that very first moment. Who cares if he was an alien or human? He was mine! And right then and there I swore I'd dedicate the rest of my life to his well-being.

Welcome to the Broke family, Cosmo.