A bit rushed, I have to go to work.
>”Knew you had some Gallade in you, stud.”
>Gardevoir gave you a sultry grin after that one.
>You’ll never forget that night.
>This little guy was conceived sometime last spring, almost certainly during that time you went to that fancy hotel.
>Your wife began speaking in baby talk to him.
>An endearing little habit she picked up from watching too many sappy movies.
>Wild Gardevoir typically only communicated to their young with psionic abilities.
>Your wife was skilled enough to do either.
>You two decided the children needed both.
>The tiny little Ralts in her arms twisted his head from suckling on a nipple to look up.
>He cooed and shrieked in joy.
>First when seeing his mother, then when turning his head and seeing you.
>He stuck his minute arms out and reached for you.
>His little hands grasped and ungrasped the air as you knelt down.
>You let him grapple with your hand for a minute, giving him some of your own baby talk all the while.
>A month and a half and still no ‘humanity’.
>Pure crimson eyes.
>Normal looking spike.
>You rubbed his head and got an appreciative nuzzle.
>Skin felt silky smooth, just like his mother’s.
>He was a normal, healthy Ralts.
>Perhaps indistinguishable in everything save genetics.
>You said another silent prayer of thanks.
>You’d come to see your family as a result of a miracle.
>A burst of displaced air filled the room, starting the little Ralts and making him clutch your wife tight.
>And it sounded like your first miracle just made it back home.
>You looked behind you to see your daughter.
>She inherited a bit more of your human side.
>Her skin was pale, but not quite the same shade as a typical Kirlia.
>Her hips were a bit wider.
>Her chest a little larger.
>Her hair a bit curlier.
>And her icy blue eyes truly set her apart from the common Gardevoir.
