Baby Nesting the conclusion?

Posted on Sat Oct 25th, 2014 @ 8:46am by Lieutenant Verdeath Newmark & Ensign Nhallia Newmark

1,778 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Deadly Diplomacy
Location: Holodeck

OLD:


"You'd rather wrap me up in a blanket than caress me yourself?" she asked in disbelief.


NEW:

"No, to cover us both as I lull you to sleep with some extra warmth to help us just enjoy the moment." He countered. "You know nothing is as soft as My Lady."

Nhallia shook her head a little. "I don't need a new blanket. I just need you to still be there when I go to sleep at night."

“That I can handle.” He leaned to kiss her again. “So what say we look at a Dresser, that and a Changing table?” He asked while putting in a basic ‘wooden' dresser with four deep drawers and a changing table with standard three shelves.

Nhallia looked at the two pieces of furniture. "They look fine," she offered. They were functional and simple and didn't look scary at all. She liked the natural-looking grain of the wood showing through what looked more like a clear stain than a colored one. Natural materials made her feel more comfortable, what with her father raising her to be environmentally friendly almost to the point of fanaticism.

“Just wait until you see what else we can do with it?” Newmark said as he was starting to have the wood carved along the edges into musical notes into the wood itself. “Customized is always the best way to go.” He had to admit this was fun.

If Nhallia paid attention and read the notes she would see the opening piano piece for the song Fever carved in the wood. Going from the legs of the changing table to the dresser.

Nhallia knew those musical phrases. She played and sang the piece from memory herself now, but she still knew what it looked like on the music staff. "Are you sure that's an appropriate song for a baby to be surrounded by?" she asked half seriously.

“That was just to show you the potential, I had that music on call, you can put anything you wish like a lullaby that could replace the other.” He smiled. “Or anything that you wanted?” He suggested.

"Don't tell Kit I know, but I think she's writing a lullaby for us- well, for the baby, I mean," Nhallia said. "We could put that on the wood work?"


"That would be a good thing, the baby nowing and seeing always a song that was for that baby alone." He winked. "We can put that on the dresser. /Let Kit know when she watches the baby how muc her music means to our family?"

"Our family," Nhallia mused and put a hand on her growing stomach. She was straining her uniform when she was working and none of her favorite clothes were fitting anymore. But she had avoided getting any 'maternity clothes' and resorted to her loosest clothes to avoid facing that she was putting on more baby-weight. "Yes, Kit's music means a lot to... our family."


"I am recommending you go see Ensign Spartacus." Newmark looked at his wife. "She heard you were pregnant and wants to help in a way you can find quite helpful." He told her.

"Spartacus. I know that name," Nhallia thought about it. Then she hit on it. The Orion? What was Verdeth doing with an Orion woman talking about her? Nhallia's totally irrational jealousy flared for a moment. "What does she want with me?" she asked suspiciously.


"Have you ever seen her?" He came closer. "She has an on ship tailor, her uniforms are always tailored and rumor is her wardrobe takes up family quarters." He chuckled. "She is a counselor and offered you the use of her tailor." He kissed her cheek. "Make your uniforms and such look grand, call it a professional courtesy, we are both Medical department."

Nhallia looked down at herself. Did Verdeth think she looked so horrible he was asking other people to help her get proper clothes now? "Oh,' was all she said though and she had to actively stop herself from thinking of how men, especially a man with a rapidly fattening wife, reacted to Orion women.

Putting a hand to her chin he looked in her eyes. "I want the best fitting clothes for your body's changes, fitting right is best for you and the baby. Most women just wait until something hurts before changing, I just want you to have the best comfort during the pregnacy." He smiled. "To know that as your body changes with the baby you both get comfort and that will help with fatigue and such in later stages." He kissed her as he always did. "You know I always plan ahead; the rapid changes in the latter stages would be a good time to have your clothing fit you and the baby."

She looked down at herself again. Yes, she was uncomfortable in her clothing now. She always liked clothing that was soft and moved with her. Her clothes couldn't move anymore. "Alright, I'll get new clothes," she consented. She still wasn't thrilled with the idea of a strange woman- a beautiful, exotic, seductive coworker woman on her husband's- putting in her two cent's worth about it, but she recognized that her hormones and emotions were getting away from her. That happened to her a lot lately.


"You know, being a doctor I know how much your body is changing." He smiled. "That just tells me how much you love me and the baby, you know?" He touched noses with her. "I could never give you that kind of dedication, to allow my body to give so much for another I love." He cupped her face. "I love you more each day and double it as the baby loves you... I just know it by the feel of it." He moved a hand to lightly caress her belly. "Do not ever forget what that means to me and the one you have with you.. which I am jealous, you get so much time with." He joked. "You are my universe, Love; the baby is from that love I have for you." He looked into her eyes.

Nhallia's eyes filled with tears. "I love you, Verdeth. I just feel like I'm going nuts a little bit," she said and wrapped her arms around him, getting as close as she could with her expanding stomach between them. She could only imagine how difficult it was going to be to hold him close when she got *really* big. "All the changes- I can't even stand up fast without getting lightheaded- I can't move the way I always have- I feel like a stranger in my own skin," she tried to explain.

"Like I said ; that is what I love is that you would make that sacrifice of yourself for the baby and I." He drew her close. "There will be a time when you will be back like your old self, you will have your balance and can play like you used to in the water." He assured her.

She burrowed into him almost. "Promise?" she asked, needing reassurance that she wouldn't always feel like this. Of course, she was a bit frightened of being a mother after the baby was born, too, but the idea of not being pregnant forever was incredibly reassuring. morning sickness, lightheadedness, gaining weight in the most unexpected places, trouble sleeping, aching back... the list went on, but on top of all that sea-sickness seemed just plain cruel.


"You can work yourself right back into that Surfing with a little effort you can do it quickly." He reassured her. "I will even block time for you to hit the surf board at the House of Risa, private beach."

Just thinking about the little beach-house, their little beach house, where they had spent their honeymoon and where, perhaps, someday they would retire, but until then could always be a little 'retreat' from the universe- made her relax a little more into Verdeth's arms. "That sounds wonderful, she admitted, a little ashamed. Women were supposed to, if not enjoy, than at least revere being pregnant. Nhallia felt a little unnatural, like she was strange or wrong somehow, for just wanting to be past it.


"Maybe we arrange leave before the baby is born as I know Mother would love to be there and your father seems to like that my MOther signs much better than her son?" He winked. "I want you to be comfortable and pampered as much as I can." He dialed up a wooden rocking chair with padding all around the seat section.

Nhallia looked at the rocker. All the lists were adamant that it had to be *rocking chair* of some kind for the nursery. She'd never cared much about rocking chairs, but she sat down in it anyway. "Why does everyone say it has to be a rocker?" she asked. He seemed to know all the other answers, she was noticing, so either he learned it all in medical school or he had researched in places she hadn't found yet.


"The steady and slow motion of a rocker is good for the baby, that is like the swings they use to help baby take naps. They like the back and forth motion, it sooths them." He replied. "Just the way humanoid babies are, no real reason I know other than it works?"

Nhallia shrugged. "If you say so," she capitulated and set up the rocking motion. After a few moments, she reached for his hand. "You want to try it, too? You promised you'd be there too, you'll get to do some soothing," she offered.

Newmark nodded and keeping eye contact he took her hand to help her out and replaced her in the chair and while the smile grew he urged Nhallia back towards his lap.

"See if I can prove my point and sooth My Lady?" He said as she sat in her 'favorate seat, he brought her to rest upon him and slowly started to rock, maybe even cheating a little as he knew how to relax her with gently caress to her back. "I love you, Nhallia." He whispered in her ear.
"I know, Lover. I count on that fact. So much," she whispered back and allowed herself to rest against his shoulder and let him gently sooth and calm her. It wasn't hard for her to do. She loved and trusted him. She rested a hand on his chest, right over his heart. "Mine," she murmured as a reminder to herself that his heart was indeed hers.

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Lt. Verdeath Newmark
ACMO
USS Calypso

Nahallia Newmark
Tactical Officer
Pregnant PNPC Newmark

 

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