This was a fun, well-crafted SciFi romance with a biologically-plausible take on MPreg and tentacles, and inter-species romance. Lyn Gala really has a talent for imaginative plausibility, showcased in this lighter story.
As two alien spaceships enter Earth's skies in a violent way, military pilot Max and his fellow fighter jets rise to meet them, trying to figure out what to attack. Then Max's plane is hit, and the next thing he knows, he's waking up onboard an alien spacecraft. To his confusion, no one seems to want anything from him. He's been rescued, and far from being a prisoner or a meal, he's simply a passenger, along for the ride.
Max is turned loose on the next world, in a bustling city full of tentacled alien species, with no idea what he should do. He soon learns that he could buy passage back to Earth, but his world is a distant backwater and it's going to be very expensive to get back there. He needs a job.
The translation program to and from English is barely functioning. Max is from a technologically-backward planet, has few skills to offer, and no way to communicate the ones he does have. The social worker suggests he could work on improving the translation program, but that job pays so little he won't get home before he dies of old age.
Alternatively, the social worker suggests he might agree to care for the offspring of an alien of an unpopular "loud" species. The job pays surprisingly well, and Max figures he's resourceful and can handle being a nanny for alien kids. But with the translator still very rudimentary, it's hard to figure out what his role is supposed to be, or when he'll meet those kids. After a very thorough medical exam by his new boss "Rick," and a few weeks of confusion without ever seeing the children, a sudden cramp in his abdomen turns out to be something far more unexpected than gas. And "care for" turns out to be a really bad translation.
I liked Max. He was optimistic, intelligent, adaptable, determined, and willing to roll with a series of big punches. The alien "Rick" was an interesting character, a creature of honor, honest and sympathetic without being too human in his outlook. I loved that the MPreg was not slavery or rape or seduction but a badly-translated job offer. It fell within the bounds of biological plausibility with Max still being fully human. His empathy let him see the parasitic offspring growing inside him as creatures to be cherished, and that kept the angst level low.
There's some tentacle sex, but only a couple of times, appropriate to the plot, diffused and confused by Max's uncertainty of his role and Rick's. This is very much a story of discovery, of two intelligent minds slowly working past the barriers of terrible communication to find common goals, and of an extremely unusual kind of found family. The end was satisfying, (although I wouldn't mind following the tale of Max, Rick, and the triplets further if the author ever chose to give us another taste.) This one lands among my small list of favorite MPreg stories, and left me smiling.