This is the second part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I before continuing.
“Oh…kay… So. If it’s not what I’m thinking, then…how would this work? If I decide to say yes?”
“Well, I don’t want to say there would be no contact. Obviously there would, but no physical contact. You would not feel a thing. And your virginity would remain intact, of course. All you have to do is agree and we’ll take care of the rest.”
Adila looked askance at her guest. “You’re serious?”
“It’s not exactly what one might call a laughing matter.”
“You’re really an angel?”
“Knowing you are a virgin wasn’t proof enough?”
“Lucky guess. Or some seriously committed stalking. Either way, it doesn’t prove anything.”
The angel shrugged. Then the air around her shimmered. When it was clear again, a man stood there instead of a woman. Same clothes. Slightly shorter hair. Similar facial features, but distinctly masculine now, where before they had been very much feminine.
Adila tried to take a step back, but since she already had her back against the door, all she managed to do was kick the door with her heel. “You’re real.”
“As real as you are.”
“You’re really an angel.” Adila slowly reached one hand out before her. She took a tentative step forward.
The angel did not move as Adila approached and poked him with the tip of her index finger. Then gently rubbed the palm of her hand down one of his shoulders.
The angel smiled. “More like holy baby. Should you choose to make one.”
The angel inclined his head in a small bow.
“Our Supreme Being has many reasons. I am not privy to them. But I can assure you, you would not have been chosen if you were not worthy.”
“Our Supreme Being was most specific.”
Adila blinked several times. She sat down hard on her bed.
“How can I say no?”
“Quite simply. It is only one syllable, after all.”
“No, I mean how can I turn down…’Our Supreme Being,’ as you call him?”
The angel raised one hand. “Please. Our Supreme Being prefers to avoid gender-specific pronouns.”
“Right. Of course. So…they want me to have their baby.”
Adila looked down at herself. “I can’t say I ever pictured myself as the Mother Mary type.”
“Of course not. You would be Mother Adila.”
Adila’s eyes widened and her spine straightened a fraction. “Mother Adila. I kind of like the sound of that.”
“Just say the word and it’s yours.”
To be continued…
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