Family, take 2Author - T'Poptarts | F | Genre - Fluff | Genre - Vignette | Main Story | Rating - PG
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Email: macgyver[at]popstar.com A/N: You know what they say, “a picture’s worth a thousand words”. This story is a little “picture & 1000 words” challenge I made up for myself (but everyone’s welcome to join). According to the word counter this story has exactly 1,000 words (but Microsoft HAS TO BE off somehow…). If anyone wants to write a sequel/prequel, be my guest (I might do so myself, but no guarantee). Please forgive my horrendous computer art. Anyway, a picture and 1,000 words (or so) start now… 
“Computer, begin recording. “Hi everybody. How’s it goin’. “Been a while, huh? Stuff around here’s been kinda busy, as you can see. Well, this photo’s not exactly the best example for ‘busy’, but you know what I mean. “The woman, that’s T’Pol. Well, y’know T’Pol. Ya met her. The bundle, now, that’s, that’s new. Name’s Lorian. She named him in her sleep, and I sure can’t argue.” That’s where the ‘Charlie’ lineage ends. No son of mine’s gon’ walk ‘round with a nickname like ‘Quadrup’! “Uh, there’s a long story ‘bout that name-- guess I’ve never told you ‘bout that particular adventure in the expanse, but you prob’ly wouldn’t believe me if I did. I’ll save it for another letter. Now Lorian, he’s perfect. He weighs 2.670 kilograms, and he’ll be 16 hours old by the time I finish this letter. “Just look at this tiny little pointy ear… wish I could show you a picture of his face. Most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Well, barely seen, ‘cause T’Pol’s practically been clingin’ ta him like this since yesterday.” And boy, does she cling to that baby as if her life depends on it. “Well, Lorian’s doin’ great. T’Pol, she’s exhausted. Sleepin’ all the time. I mean, who can blame her? It wasn’t exactly easy. And she’s stronger than me. Guess everyone’s got their limits. Technically, they’re still s’posed ta be in observation, but Dr. Phlox said it was okay to move them back to our quarters a couple o’ hours ago-- let her sleep in her own bed, y’know. It’s not like we’re goin’ anywhere. “So she’s basically been sleepin’ since Phlox put Lorian in her arms. ‘Cept when she feeds him, but even then she can’t get up. She can barely move. It’s tearing me apart, watching her strain herself like this.” And like every good stubborn Vulcan, she won’t let me help. “She didn’t even get to see him. Closed her eyes ‘bout halfway through labor, and just hasn’t opened ‘em yet. “So you prob’ly guessed I’m in charge of the diapers. She’s too weak. But she’s gon’ be fine. She’s gettin’ better. Up till a few hours ago, she was so out of it, she couldn’t even talk. I’d say, maybe even unconscious for a couple o’ minutes there. Well, she still looks passed out on who knows how many shots of Andorian Ale, but at least her head’s less fuzzy. “Me, haven’t done much in the past 16 hours. Changin’ diapers, like I said, but other than that, just watchin’ them. Correction, unable to take my eyes off’a them. Just look how peaceful they are.” “It’s hardly peaceful when you’re speaking so loudly.” “Party pooper.” “I beg your pardon?” “Nothing. Computer, resume recording.” “You haven’t stopped it.” “Aww, gim’me a break. I’m too tired to know what I did and what I didn’t. Last time I slept was almost four days ago.” Wow, and this makes my stay off engineering… a world record. “This is not an excuse to disturb my sleep.” “Well since you don’t do anythin’ else I can disturb I don’t really have much of a choice, do I?” Gotta say, that lifted eyebrow looks kinda weird with her eyes shut. Sigh. “Kiddin’, T’Pol… go back to sleep. Computer-- uh, never mind. “Anyway, where was I. See the picture, these two’ve been stuck to each other with superglue since Lorian was born. They’re… connected, or somethin’. Telepathically. Take him away, she cries. 16 hours that she’s been sleepin’ with the baby cuddled in her arms like a kid and her Teddy bear. And countin’. First in sickbay, now here. Makes me wonder why I spent so much time buildin’ him a crib.” Though I’d prob’ly have to move into it myself if the kid keeps sleepin’ in my bed for the rest of his life. Pause. I knew I shoulda made it bigger. Sigh. “And on top of all, they’re right in the middle of the bed, so there’s no room for me. I mean, with all due respect to Mrs. Royal Vulcan and li’l prince Lorian over there, if Trip doesn’t get some sleep right now, then Trip’s brain’s gon’ melt and drip out of his nose. But try tellin’ them to scoot over. Man, I’m tired. “Ah, who am I kiddin’. I can’t sleep. And y’know I didn’t really mean that, I’m just bi-“ Kid alert!! “--Rantin’ ‘cause I’m tired. Wouldn’t mind a neuro-pressure session right about now. “Wow. That’s it. We have a son. A beautiful, healthy son with blue eyes and pointy ears. It’s still weird, gettin’ used to it. You’d think after expecting and preparing for so long we’d be ready for it, but when it finally happened, it hit us right in the face. And I’ve got that silly smile that won’t go away. “Well, that’s pretty much all I can tell ‘bout Lorian, ‘cause right now, T’Pol’s bein’ really possessive… Maybe I’ll get to see more of him next time he wakes up hungry. Or if T’Pol decides to act, what does she call it, logically, and let go of him for a minute or two…” Was that a smile?? “Do it again! For the camera.” “Do what?” “Smile.” “No.” “Aww, c’mon… please?” “No.” “You’re no fun.” “I’ll take it as a compliment.” Sigh. “Some day, T’Pol… some day, I’ll sneak up on ya, and show the whole world your pretty Vulcan smile. “Um, anyway, over all, we’re tired, but happy-- yeah, T’Pol’s happy too, in her own, logical, ‘showing-emotions-is-for-other-people’ kinda way. Even if she’s a bit camera-shy. We owe everything to Dr. Phlox, for makin’ it possible… for makin’ it happen.” Pause. “I just wish Lizzy was around to see her nephew.” Pause. “Well, I hope we’d get a shore leave soon, so you could see the back of Lorian’s head for yourself. Maybe even catch a glimpse of the tip of his ear. Take care, and see y’all soon. “Computer, end recording.” Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! A whole mess of folks have made commentsAAAWWWWW! The artwork is really nice, I don't understand why you complain... That was a cute story. Cute. Very cute. Oh how sweet! I loved the banter! AWWW. Loved the picture, it felt very real as did the story. T'pol is a difficult character to capture but your portrayal seemed totally true to her and to Trip as well, I could just really picture her unwillingness to let the baby go! I really liked this story loved the picture I hope you'll write some more stories.You really captured T'Pol's and Trip's personalities.Lorian I hope we'll see more stories about him being a baby. Awwwwwwwww! That was so cute! I liked the "Kid Alert!" Priceless. Please sir(ma'am?), I want some more! adorable! Uhh, thanks! ::Blushes all over:: Precious - just PRECIOUS! Typically sweet and sarcastic Trip -- just like we love for him to be!!! Thank you. :) Nice work -- picture and story -- it felt very natural and real. I would love to read more! Awwwwwww thats lovely the story was great and so was the picture Awwwwwwwwwwww Very cute..... Poor Trip sounds wiped....Wish T'Pol would move over and let him in. Good Job....T. |