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08.08.2012 , 07:33 PM |
, with Ayang the Mirialan smuggler derp derp sorry but I'm not gonna pass up an excuse for fluff. She deserves it. Not sure if I'm 100% happy with it but...it's just fluffy stuff.
During my short tenure as a nursing student, I took a class in which we had to watch a holovid of a human childbirth. I made it ten minutes before I ran out of the room and threw up. I'd seen some messed-up things since then, but this one remained firmly ranked in my Top Ten Most Traumatic Things I've Ever Seen.
I was able to forget about it, for the most part. I figured it would remain something terrible I'd had the misfortune of seeing once, but it would never happen to me. I was too careful; and besides, it wasn't like a skinny, weird-looking green chick with a gun was exactly in high demand. But the universe seems to conspire to get people to procreate, and apparently I wasn't immune. It was like the five months I'd spent on the run since losing my ship were all part of a diabolical plan, culminating in a drunken night of stupidity on Voss.
Now I had two and a half months until I was the subject of the Number One Most Traumatic Thing I've Ever Seen.
I couldn't remember the last time I'd gotten a full night's sleep, but it was probably before I had the future galaxy's-most-prolific-club-dancer practicing inside me. "I just want to sleep," I moaned, pulling a blanket over my head. "Can't you calm down for just one day?"
I was rewarded with a kick in what felt like my liver.
" I swore. "What do you have against me? I promise I'm nothing like my mom."
There were only two people who called me Aya: my old friend Dijaa the Hutt, and Corso. I was fairly sure there was no Hutt on my ship. I poked my head out from under the blanket, blinking from the light. "Hi."
I rubbed my eyes. "Your daughter doesn't sleep."
"Why are you so sure it's a girl?" he asked, sitting down next to me.
"Why aren't you?" I said, sitting up as best I could. "You're going to owe me a hundred credits, just wait."
"Maybe we shouldn't have made a bet about our kid..."
"Can't back out now," I said, grinning. I was probably a little crazy from lack of sleep, but he smiled back at me. As horribly scared as I was by this entire thing, I was really, really glad it had happened with someone I genuinely loved.
"Anyway...I know it's still a few weeks till your birthday, but...I got you something."
"Really?" I crawled over to him. "What is it?"
He handed me a little package wrapped in silk. I recognized the dye technique; the cloth, at least, came from my homeworld. "When did you go to Mirial?"
"Just open it."
I untied the square of silk and saw something shiny glinting in the light. I held it up and my breath caught in my throat. It was a thin gold bracelet inlaid with tiny blue stones. Like most things Mirialans wore, the stones were inlaid in a pattern, one whose meaning I knew. Every Mirialan woman who had a child wore one, and they were considered incredibly meaningful. "Wow," I whispered. "I never thought I'd get one of these."
"I read you're supposed to get one, so I had it made for you. Hope I did all right."
I kissed him. "You're perfect," I said, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I felt so incredibly lucky; we were the most unlikely match ever, but somehow we had come together. I thought back to when we'd met, when I hadn't even been sure if we'd be friends. At first I had told him he couldn't come with me.
I don't feel like being responsible for you getting yourself killed.
What if he hadn't come? What if he'd left, or gotten killed? What if I'd never told him how I felt, because I was so obsessed with being stupidly noble all the time? So many things that could have gone wrong, and the little thing doing flips inside me wouldn't exist.
For the first time in years, I felt like the universe might actually be on my side.
I think I gave myself 50000 cavities writing this. ugh I usually don't write stuff that sappy.
"We will snatch purpose from the jaws of futility...are you ready to wreak some havoc?"