Help! My Male Employees Are Having Babies!-Chapter 149: The Whole Story

"Wow, Arlen, that is very intense," Lori responded, clearly moved. "The passion that you have for life, the pride that you have for who you are—yes, you had to hide who you were when you lived in the human world because we saw what happened once it was found out by extremists. I have a few more questions if you don’t mind, and I would like to ask the two gentlemen sitting beside you." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She turned to Robbie. "Your name is Robbie and you’re his dad. A big, strapping Genman like you gave birth? I have found that hard to process myself. You look like you might be a producer, but never one that would conceive and birth one."

"Lori, that’s where you’re wrong," Robbie smiled warmly. "I have conceived and birthed three sons here on the Z1. My youngest, Willie, is getting ready for transition. My middle son, Kurt—the last time he contacted me, he was headed down to the southern hemisphere on a research vessel. And we have my firstborn, my crowning achievement, Arlen, about to make me a granddad for the first time. I love my present mate, our children that we share. He loves my children, I love my job, and what could be more beautiful? This place, the Z1, is paradise to me as a Genman."

"Thank you, Robbie, for your honesty and sincerity," Lori nodded before turning to the ranch owner. "And now we come to the owner of this fine establishment, Mr. Zachary ’Zach’ Spinelli. Can you tell me what this means to you, sitting here listening to Arlen?"

"To me, Lori, it proves that we’re all capable of love," Zach began, his voice filled with conviction. "Love knows no boundaries. It does not stop at skin, genetics, DNA—you love whom you love. I have some wonderful sons: Luther and Tim, my oldest, then I have a set of twins that are kind of on the new side and keep me and their dad worn down. I have grandchildren that I wouldn’t take anything for, and I’ve even got great-grandchildren that are adorable."

Zach settled back in his chair as he continued his story. "I came here when I was 10. I was an orphan. The owner, the old man, took me in and set me up with some mentors who were Genmen that showed me the routine. Everything worked out pretty well until at 15, he passed away. He left me everything—he left me the 5000-acre ranch, all the buildings, everything here. Working with my mentors and through sheer determination, I made a go of it, and I’ve been here for 20 years, helping out every down-on-their-luck misfit that’s come along and asked for sanctuary."

"I met my first love here. We had a child when it wasn’t legal to have one with a Genman, but certain things happen in life and you can’t punish yourself for falling in love." Zach’s expression grew somber. "Life got in the way and we separated. We attempted to reconcile, but our second son, Izzy, passed away at birth and we just couldn’t hold it together. Our oldest son was in a lot of trouble, not knowing who he was nor his true identity. We sent him to a behavioral clinic and he’s just recently returned with three grandsons who, by the way, I’m very proud of—they have exceptional skills. He is Robbie’s life mate and they’re happy, so I’m happy."

Zach’s face brightened as he continued. "During my bout of self-loathing and pity and depression, I had a smelly, filthy little Genman, approximately nine years human age, come to my front door one night during a storm and ask me for sanctuary, then collapse in my arms. I took him in, I cleaned him, I bathed him, I scrubbed him, I dressed and fed him, and I adopted him."

"Now, he would never replace Luther, nor Tim, but he was my son and I was with him every step of the way. He decided as he got ready to transition that he should move out of the main house into a worker-style cottage. If he was really going to be a Genman, he had to live amongst them—he couldn’t be Mr. Zach’s boy." Zach smiled proudly. "That boy is a fine man today and I’m as proud of him as if I’d birthed him myself. And soon he’ll make me a granddad again—we’re waiting for those twin boys to come."

"The other day we took in a young Genman that came here for breeding purposes only because the place where he lived was threatening to separate him from his brothers if he did not become pregnant and bring in a child to pay for his room and board for him and his brothers." Zach’s voice grew serious. "Lori, just think of it—20 years old and your father walks off, leaving you with a three-week-old child and two boys in between, three total, and you have to take care of them. The owner of your ranch says that you must get pregnant to pay for your way. That’s not something we do here. Nobody gets pregnant unless you desire to become pregnant because that’s what you want, but nobody is mandatorily made to get pregnant here."

"In fact, I told this young man that for three cycles he will not conceive a child whatsoever—he needs to grow up, he needs to tend to his brothers. That’s what separates the Z1 from all other ranches, except for the Hawthorne ranch next door, who we are partners with in this endeavor now." Zach’s voice filled with warmth. "We’re one big family at the Z1, always looking out for each other. Arlen and this baby will never ever need for anything because we take care of our own as a family."

"There you have it, folks," Lori concluded, facing the camera. "This is Lori Alston reporting from the Z1 ranch with your guests: Arlen Reed, his father Robbie Spinelli, and the owner of the ranch, Zach Spinelli. This interview will continue on the site that you see popping up right now, so take down that address and sign on—you’re going to get to see some sights around the Z1 as we’re carried on a special tour by the ranch’s owner and stepfather-in-law of Arlen Reed. Goodbye and safe travels."