The Vakarian Chronicles Part 4: Surin Island

Chapter 7


Oh Spirits…

I… I'm going to be a father. How could this even happen?

Oh right… evolution…

That's what it came to. Evolution. At least that's what Dr. Chakwas theorized is the reason. Jane had evolved. Her body had altered itself to accommodate my DNA, my cells… which is probably why she stopped being allergic to me since we 'blew off some steam' before we headed to the Omega 4 Relay. Humans evolved from primates, she said, and every day humans are evolving… adapting… to accommodate their life.

It sounds logical, but it's still unbelievable to me.

I'm going to be a father.

I'm going to have a child.

I look up at Jane. She's sitting at the piano, her fingers fiddling at the keys but not making any sort of logical music. She just sits there, pressing the keys. Her eyes… looked a little sad.

She… doesn't want the baby…?

I want to talk to her, to understand what's going to her head. But she started playing… a song.

It was a little slow, but the music of it was haunting. The bass notes of her song tugged my heart, and she played it with such an emotion that I could only describe as sadness. She played it gracefully, her fingers dancing through the keys, her eyes closed, as if she's playing from muscle memory. It was lilting, moving from high notes to lower notes, like a rollercoaster of emotion, from happiness to sadness. It was actually one of the things a lot of people didn't know about her. Shepard can't dance to save her life, but she could play the piano like she had the hands of an angel.

Her song ended, a low bass note hanging in the air, and she opened her eyes, but tears had started falling down her eyes. The next thing I knew, she covered her head in her arms and started crying.

There was something about the way she cried… that hurt me. It wasn't a feminine, silent cry. It was just pure anguish. Her whole body shook, and her hands were like fists, slamming against the keys making sounds. I could hear her screaming and keening in her arm, hoarse, like she was screaming her throat raw, her lungs taking in huge breaths of oxygen just to keep up with her cries.

I want to come forward to her, I want to hold her, to comfort her, but from the way she cried… the way she screamed in her arms. It hurt me.

Is it because of me…? Is she crying because she's carrying my child?

Oh, Spirits… help me. What am I supposed to do?

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