Once I got the deed to my farm, I went to the cantina in Port to celebrate. I might have had a few too many alien beers and when I woke up, I was naked in a field, curled around an equally drunk cat-alien stranger that I'd been chatting with at the bar. I chalked it up to a celebratory drunken hook-up and didn't think anything of it... Until I got violently ill in the mornings. Went to the medic here in Port, found out I was pregnant. Not just pregnant. Pregnant with triplets. At age thirty-six.
