recruit bees

Three months later.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, the Botanical Conservation Association, who arrived late, called to inform them of the result of the negotiation.

Due to special circumstances, apart from a fine and a harsh letter, there is no other punishment, which is considered a blessing in misfortune.

Simon put his arms around Michele who was still asleep in his arms, covered his shirt with a quilt, paid the fine of [-] star coins at will, and put the communicator back on the pillow.

The tall drone hugged the little flower curled up into a pitiful and cute ball in its arms, and put its arms lightly on his waist and hips, and rubbed its palms against Michelle's slightly swollen belly.

Simon leaned close to the flower and took a sniff.

The sweet smell tends to be mature from fresh, but also very gentle and calm.

Simon closed his eyes and rested his chin on top of Michelle's head, hearing Michelle's steady breathing, with a smile on his lips, contented and happy, continuing to sleep with his partner.

Sleepiness after having kids is presumably real.

Michelle used to have a very accurate biological clock, going to bed at 05 o'clock in the evening, and waking up naturally without an alarm clock from 30:[-] to [-] o'clock in the morning, but now even if she sleeps until noon, she is lazy and tired, and her eyelids are closed.

Other plant departments had never heard of this before. Simon was worried and took Michelle to the hospital. The doctor said that it had something to do with Michelle not growing up in a normal environment.

Even if it persists until the flowering period, the body will lose money, and the production will be more difficult and dangerous than other plant systems.

This kind of loss is irreversible and can only be maintained carefully at ordinary times.

So the Drone, who has always been a full-time "dad" and treats his wife like a child, is even more amazing. Sometimes Michelle even hides in the toilet because she is afraid of his nagging.

It was already afternoon when the two woke up.

Michelle was supported by Simon with his swollen head. His stomach was burning and retching. Simon got up and opened the window of the room to let the wind flow in. Michelle took a long breath and felt comfortable. Not a lot.

"This is the fourth month, bear with it, there are still four more months to go." Simon frowned and gave Michelle the back, and handed him the milk-flavored nutrient solution on the bedside table, "Drink Click on this baby."

"I don't drink, take it away!"

Michelle quickly pushed away, his face pale as if he was about to become transparent. He smelled the smell and his throat tightened and his stomach convulsed.

But he slept for a long time, after a night of digestion, his stomach was empty, and he couldn't vomit anything at all.

Seeing his precious partner's face covered with sadness and cold sweat, his white eyeballs covered with bloodshot eyes, and tears from the bottom of his eyes, his heart was raised high, and he was so distressed that he wished to transfer Michelle's pain to himself.

"Come on, baby, I'll take you to the bathroom to wash your face and rinse your mouth."

"it is good……"

Michelle leaned on Simon, his legs pulled out like bones, and walked to the bathroom flutteringly, asking Simon to heat a towel for him and wring it dry to wipe his face.

He had never felt pregnant before, it was such a sad thing.

Because when he was on the earth, he saw those pregnant mothers who were full of energy even with their big bellies shopping and traveling. He was pregnant himself, thinking that no matter how thin he was, he was still a man, and his body was stronger than women, so there would be no adverse reactions. Much easier.But I didn't expect No. 12 weeks, which is about the third month, he will die...

"I was joking with Benny before. Benny said that a broken egg is equivalent to the pain of ten rib fractures, and a woman giving birth is equivalent to ten broken eggs. I thought it was funny at the time, but now..."

Before giving birth, Michelle, who had been tormented enough, pulled the corners of her lips dryly, and said to Simon: "Now I just feel scared."

Simon pursed his lips, and was about to say something to comfort him, when Michelle quietly added: "And the bastard who wanted to kill me with a big belly."

Simon:"……"

The culprit is not wearing T. Simon shut his mouth quietly, sent the person to the living room, and quickly made some pregnancy set meals. Although the taste was light, there was no irritating smell. Michelle barely ate some, holding it in both hands With a lower abdomen, he leaned his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

And Simon turned on the charging bee, told Michelle a joke, swiped the star network by himself, bought a lot of nutrition and things for the baby, and ordered an auxiliary egg incubator.

The plant-based birth is eight months. If there is no accident, this number is very accurate, so now his baby only needs to survive for four months, which is 120 days... Simon thought for a moment, and used a red pen to send a free message during the pregnancy test at the hospital. On the 'Countdown to Birth' mini-calendar, circle a few days.

Then show it to Michelle.

"From now on, every day that passes, we will tear off a sheet, and when the days with red circles appear, such days will pass." Simon whispered.

Michelle took over the flip and smiled helplessly: "It's still so long... Calculated according to the time on earth, this child was born in June, and the weather in Chicago happened to be better."

After speaking, Michelle suddenly remembered what she had discussed with the little bee, about the fact that the drone cubs were only three years old and would board until adulthood, and Michelle hurriedly told Simon.

"When the child is born, I will take him back to Earth Chicago. My child should live with me. He must be on Earth at least until he is five years old. When he goes to school, he can stay in Pepega. I have no objection to working, but when he grows up Severing the relationship and not contacting will not work.”

He worked hard, and the child he gave birth seemed to have nothing to do with him like a donation. Michelle couldn't accept it.

Or not, he and Simon start a family.

Either he gave birth, his child and his relatives can't just give it up!

"But that's the rule on Pepega." Simon frowned after listening, "In the closed training ground, different types of drones need to learn the survival skills suitable for them from an early age, so that they can become excellent drones and have their own. Flower seeds, with hive protection and professional care, have also relaxed many families."

That is to say, in the race of Pegga, drones have to work hard from the age of three, work crazily as adults, and enter the "social labor period" earlier than humans on the earth. After they have wives, they will retire and enjoy National welfare, even children do not need to be raised, just like pensions, all kinds of enjoyment.

The young bee grows up independently, and the parents of the young bee will not pay attention to those anymore, because the young bee grows into a drone, and he and his father will reject each other.

Even Simon has never contacted the parents who gave birth to him, and he has no memory about the family. In retrospect, there are only fragments of his comrades and the hive training ground.

The existence of a system naturally has a reason for its existence. Michelle did not delve into it, but said: "I grew up on the earth, maybe my way of thinking is different from yours, but I hope that my family will be by my side, and I am eager to give love and enjoy his child, Simon, can you promise me?"

Simon's face darkened slightly: "I don't want to hear you say 'you and you', and then classify me as outsiders."

Michelle raised the corners of her lips: "Okay, then what? If you don't agree immediately, can you think about it carefully?"

Mr. Bumblebee groaned, but nodded.

"Okay, that's it, let's discuss the child's name."

[The author has something to say]:

Ahem, there are still a few chapters to go before the baby is born, it is too difficult to name it, alas.