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 Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2009 11:07 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 7:14 am
Part One: A Serious Discussion “So what’s the verdict Tess?” The man pushed off from the wall he had been leaning against, silver eyes flickering to the woman that had just exited the bathroom. The flicker of anxiety seemed out of place across the pale features of the Echani. He was usually so calm, so relaxed, Tess hated to see him so perplexed. Not that she blamed him at all; she had felt the same way while waiting for the test to reveal its results. This was their tenth test of the new year and yet still the results were the same every time.
Light brown curls fell across freckled features as Tess lowered her head and shook it slowly. “Same as it always is.” She exhaled and shoved the stick at the man, brushing by him without a second glance. Behind her she could hear his sigh of disappointment. She wanted to turn and reassure him that everything was going to be okay, that the next time would be different. But this time she did not feel as optimistic as she usually did after another failed pregnancy test. The disappointment was starting to chip at her optimistic exterior. It seemed to her that someone, somewhere was bound and determined to keep the two of them lonely.
“Sorry.” It was a lame statement, but it was really all she could muster. Exhaling deeply, Tess tossed herself backwards onto the King sized bed that dominated the couple’s master bedroom. One arm immediately slipped behind her head, underneath the thick waves of brown, the other propping itself across her face, hiding her expression from her lover.
Davin clutched at the test as it was thrust in his direction and frowned. This was getting to be too much on both of them. In a gesture of agitation he tossed the plastic stick into the trashcan and followed his wife to the bed. “It’s not your fault Tess…” He trailed off sucking in a deep breath of air. “We both know that you aren’t the problem.” His pride begged him not to continue this conversation, but he was at the same desperate point as the woman in front of him. “It’s me. We knew that our chances were slim going into this…Nothing is working. I really think we need to try something else.”
Without uncovering her face, Tess shook her head. “I know where you are going with this Davin…You know how I feel about that. ”
But before she could continue with her argument rough hands were pulling her arm away from her face and she was forced to look up at the striking features of her husband. “I know you’re not really a fan of doctors Tess…But we’ve read the odds. Even with a low success rate, it would be better than our chances now.”
“It’s money we don’t have Davin.”
The Echani snorted and sank onto the bed next to Tess, curling his fingers around hers. “Don’t give me that. We’ve got the resources…So what if things are tight here for awhile. It would be worth it. Besides, I’m looking at a promotion, the pay increase is significantly more than I make now…And you’re looking for a job too.” An uncharacteristic frown affixed itself across Davin’s face and he tugged gently on her hand, urging her to sit up. “We’ll find a doctor we can trust Tess…Please, we’re not getting any younger!” He swallowed, “And we don’t know if I’m going to make it home after my next tour. Or the tour after that. ”
“Don’t say that.” Face set into a hard line, she gave into his touch and rose into a sitting position. “You are going to come back. This conflict is going to be over before you know it. You can’t think like th…”
“Reality Tess. It’s reality. Please, I don’t see why you can’t just consider this option. We both want this. I want to start a family Tess. I’m tired of the disappointment. I can’t stand seeing those looks on your face every time a test is negative. It’s killing me, and I know it’s affecting you…Even though you do your best to hide it.” A flicker of a smile broke the dark frown, “I may not be force sensitive, but I am Tess-sensitive. You’re as desperate as I am.”
She scowled at him. “You aren’t supposed to read me like that, it makes me look bad.” But she let out a deep sigh her free hand reaching up to play with the silver spikes of his hair. “I just hate doctors Davin. I’ve never trusted them. Who knows what they could do with our child. He, or she, could become some sort of warped experiment and we wouldn’t be wise until it was too late.”
Despite the serious look on his wife’s face, Davin couldn’t help but chuckle. “Honey, look around you. We aren’t on a hostile planet. Who would dare mess with a Jedi and a Echani?” He arched a silver eyebrow skeptically. “We’ll find some place reputable. I’ll look around alright. All's I’m asking is for you to consider it as an option. You do that and I’ll do all of the work.”
“How am I supposed to refuse that?” She let out a deep sigh. “I ******** hate doctors Dav….But fine. If you find someplace that I like, I’ll consider it.” A mock pout settled itself onto her face and she began to lean backwards against the pillow, tugging the man after her, “But it’s late…Can we get some sleep now?”
Davin chuckled and followed her without much pause, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Sleep isn’t exactly what I’ve got in mind…”Part Two: Jackpot Coming soon to a theater near youThe Departure Bye Bye Davin
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 10:30 am
Dear Javaris,
I’m sorry it has taken me so long to get this message to you. Life on the Randon has been chaotic, especially as we move towards key sectors…Forgive me, but I can’t exactly relay much information to you. Who knows who could be reading this?
But, I have news for you! I’m going to be a father! Can you believe it? I hardly can myself. I finally convinced Tess that we needed help. She was very reluctant at first, but I think after the last negative test, she decided to concede. Besides, I thought I made a pretty compelling argument. We don’t know when or if I’m going to return from this tour, and we weren’t getting any younger. Long story short, we went to this clinic for artificial insemination. We made the appointment while I was still in town and managed to secure one on the last day of leave.
Of course with my luck, I was shipped out the next day, but the second Tess found out it was a success I was notified. I couldn’t be more pleased! You remember when you used to tell me about the birth of your daughter? I think I finally understand the excitement that you described. I’m so pleased that I’ll actually have someone to teach the secrets of life to, someone I can impart all the knowledge I’ve managed to gain to! I scoffed when you explained how wonderful that was when you first described it, but since our time with the Orphans on Tattooine, I have reconsidered. In fact, I guess you could say I’ve been eagerly awaiting a chance to experience it firsthand.
Tess sent me a picture the other day, she is big! But I can see how happy she is by the glow on her face. I’m so glad that she is as excited as I am. I worry about her going through this alone, but I know that she’s getting involved in the community there. And between you and I, I cannot wait for this baby to come so she will finally having someone to keep her company in our own home. I know how she hates to be lonely. And our child will give her something of me to have with her always, no matter what the outcome will be. No, don’t roll your eyes at me, I’m allowed to think like that sometimes. It’s my prerogative as a husband (and now father!!!). But for your sanity more than anything I will keep my darker thoughts to myself...
I return on a brief leave soon. Tess and I are going to finish the baby’s room when I get there. Apparently she’s already purchased a crib, it's a beautiful, mahogany one. Real sturdy, and apparently it fits perfect with the color she picked for the wall! I fear I won't be too fond of the color though...I love her, but sometimes Tess isn't exactly the best when it comes to color schemes or anything artistic.
Maybe this is childish of me, but I cannot wait to return and set things up. Just the idea that I’ll be fixing up a room for the little tyke makes the whole thing all the more real to me.
This pregnancy gives me hope.
Now tell me, how are you and how is your little girl? I got the picture that you sent me in your last message. She looks like she is really growing into a fine young woman. I bet you have to keep a close eye on her around the boys. I don't know what I would do in that sort of situation...I feel like I'd probably kill any boy that looked in my daughter's direction.
I'm sorry, but I must cut my letter fairly short. Unfortunately, I'm on look out duty this evening. But I promise you that my next letter won't be so far after your reply!
God willing, I will see you fairly soon my old friend...Oh, and if you’re in the area, would you mind dropping in on Tess? I’m sure she’d love the company!
Davin
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 11:03 am
Dear Diary,
Journal Entry 1
Okay, I know it’s silly, but writing ‘dear diary’ makes me feel like I’m a little girl. I’ve always logged my missions, their events, and outcomes in a journal, so I feel more comfortable giving this book the title of a journal. I mean really, this could be considered another mission. Perhaps my most important mission. But there I go getting technical about everything. Davin likes to harass me about doing that, he’d probably laugh at me if he saw this entry so far.
But really, I digress. I’m writing this entry for a reason! Because of Davin’s condition, I never thought I’d be able to say this but here it goes…I’m pregnant! We’re going to have a baby!
I have to write it again: We’re going to have a baby!
I seriously can’t believe it! I’m so excited I feel like flying. However, I feel like it would be irresponsible of me to attempt such a thing!
I feel the being move inside of me, and I can sense it growing through the force. Once again I am grateful that my teachings give me an inside to something that many cannot experience. I cannot even begin to accurately describe the feeling of it all. It is likened to floating I think. Surely I feel light. But there are times when a surge of adrenaline courses through my veins and my elation intensifies, sending me through a spiral of raw emotion. And then there is the calm, the retreating elation that leaves me with a feeling of pure content.
But as excited as I am I will admit, only to these pages, that I’m scared. With Davin fighting a war that he might not return from, I am afraid that I am going to have to endure this time period alone. Many of my friends enjoy trading stories about sending their partners out for crazy foods in the middle of the night…I need to drive myself if I want anything to eat. I know it is ridiculous, but even with such a joy growing inside of me, I feel oddly alone. I know that if he had a choice, Davin would be by my side instead of on the front lines, but he doesn’t have that option.
I want this child to have his father. To grow up in a normal household… Or as normal as a galaxtic household like this one can possibly be. I just want to be able to share this miracle with someone, most specifically the one person I love. I know it’s selfish of me, but I’m worried that I won’t be able to do this on my own and that Davin will miss out on everything.
I know I shouldn’t dwell on the negativity. That sadness is a path that I cannot afford to follow.
So I will not, I know I must focus on the positives. And there are so many of them! I can't help but wonder; what will he/she be like. Will she have my eyes, or will he have his father's strong build? Will he be force sensitive, and will she forge the bond with her animal like I have? When he/she is older, will they be a socialite, or prefer the peace of a book? Will I have to drag them away from the ships and force them to remain on world, or will the cower away from the adventure that has so entranced Davin in myself?
Will my child become the apprentice I've been looking for? Secretly I hope that is the case! With my force sensitivity and Davin's warrior blood, this child could become something truly special...If they choose to walk our path of course.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 4:16 pm
Thank God for the Force
The birth of a beautiful baby boy "You promise you'll be back Davin?" The woman's voice was surprisingly anxious. She twirled a strand of light brown hair around her pointer finger, winding and unwinding the strands as she waited for the man's answer. As a rule of thumb, Tess was not a nervous person. But as the due date for her baby drew near she had become more conscious about her husband's absence. This was something she didn't want to go through alone.
The silence on the other end was a heavy one. Tess could hear the man on the other side thinking. Her heart lurched into her throat, she knew the answer before he said it. "I don't know Tess...I really don't." Her heart dropped, "I filed for leave babe, I did, but things are..."" He chose his words carefully, "Hectic out here." Hectic was the equivalent of dangerous, Tess's heart could have stopped then and there. "Listen, I've got to go...I'll let you know as soon as I hear from my commander...alright?"
"I don't have much of a choice do I?" She paused and let out a soft side. "I know it's not your fault, I'm sorry. It's just...it's lonely here without you." Tess thanked her training for allowing her voice to stay so calm. "I'll talk to you later love...Be safe please."
"I know hun... I will. I love you." They never said goodbye as a general rule, and with that Davin hung up his phone. A small smile played across his face as he bent forward to pick up his duffel bag. It wasn't often that he could fool his wife, especially with as force sensitive as she was. But her preoccupation with the baby seemed to be messing with her, and Davin was taking full advantage of it. Though it broke his heart to hear the strain in his voice, it would be worth it to see the look on her face when he arrived at their doorstep... If she didn't sense him first, and that was a pretty big if.
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Tess felt on edge. The air around her seemed thicker than usual. It wasn't necessarily a 'disturbance in the force', it was more like an anticipation in the force. Puzzled, she turned the page of her book, restlessly scanning the words. A brief glance at the clock told her it was only early evening. If she was really desperate for something to do, she could go to bed early, but she was too excited to do so. The air around her seemed to spark with it's own life. She imagined that it was dancing around her, but not in the graceful style of a ballet, but rather the fast paced twirling of young adults, grinding, spinning. It nearly took her breath away.
But since the excitement in the air didn't, the contracts that came suddenly did. The pain nearly doubled her over and had her gasping. Perhaps this was what the force was trying to tell her. It was time! But how!? It was way too early for this to be happening to her!
Finally willing her breath back into her lungs, she fumbled around for her phone dialing the first number that came to mind. An acquaintance of hers that she had met while out shopping. But just her luck. The line was busy. Stay calm. Stay calm. She had to stay calm!
"Damn it pick up!" She dialed the number again, but to no avail. This was just her luck. A low moan escaped her lips, and immediately a feline form approached. Gratefully Tess slid from the chair and right into Tomias's form. The lion supported her easily, nuzzling her side. "It's okay, I'm fine..." The huff that came from her friend told Tess that he knew better.
"And I'm a monkey's uncle."
"Oh how original." She snorted and the lion couldn't help but chuckle. Tess sighed and pressed her face into his oddly colored fur, fingers tangling about in the lion's mane. Her grip tightened as another contraction hit her full force.
A knock sounded on the door. "There is a god!" Still reeling from the contractions, she attempted to get to her feet, but found her way blocked by a furry wall. "Oh come off it, I'm just going to the door." Tomias shook his head. "Pain in my a**."
But Tomias simply looked smug. He gestured to the door with his head. "You don't have to get up to open a door."
Thank god for thinking straight. She gave him an approving look and reached forward with her fingertips. The web of life around her came alive, and she pushed through it directing her attention at the door which came flying open in response.
Victory. Tess's mouth fell open as she registered who was standing on the front door. There was her man, in full uniform with a handful of roses and a little plush lion. Her shock had barely resided before another contraction had her gasping for breath. Immediately Davin was by her side. Tomias stepped aside as the Echani bent forward to gather his wife in his arms.
Roses and plush discarded to the couch, Davin grinned down at her, "To the hospital I assume?"
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"You can go in now sir."
Davin looked up from his hands, worn features studying the nurse intently. Just a little over an hour ago he had been pushed out of the delivery room and forced to wait outside while his child was being born. There were a lot of things that Davin could take, the galactic army had given him nerves of steel, but this was certainly not one of them.
With a steadying breath he got to his feet and motioned for a disgruntled Tomias to follow. Obviously, the lion wasn't liking this situation either. The nurse looked bewildered as the cat rose to follow and started to protest before Davin shook his head. "Come on, I'm sure you've seen a lot more bizarre things on this planet. Trust me, you don't want to deal with him."
"Y...Okay...Uh well, your wife has been moved to room eleven. She should just be coming down off of the medication."
"Thanks." Side by side, Davin and Tomias roamed the hallway until they came to the door marked with black eleven. Davin hesitated momentarily in front of the door, swallowing hard. "I guess it's now or never bud." He ruffled the Kimburu's mane and pushed the door open.
Well trained eyes sliced through the dim lighting to land upon the sleeping form of his love. His hesitation broke and in three quick strides he was at the side of her bed. A finger reached out to gently brush away a curly lock from her forehead. Tess stirred lightly, and he leaned forward, soft lips brushing across her forehead. "Hey there beautiful. How are you doing?" As much as he was itching to see his child, first things were first.
"I've felt better." Green eyes fluttered open as a crooked grin split across her face. "Could have been worse if i didn't have the force on my side." A hand reached up to enclose around the man's fingers on her face. "We'll put it this way, it's a damn good thing I can utilize my abilities."
Davin looked at her curiously, but his questions were cut off as there was a knock on the door. The couple looked up as the doctor entered the room a small bundle of blankets cradled carefully in his arms. "Sorry to interrupt, but I thought you'd like to hold your son now that you are stabilized."
Stabilized? Bewildered Davin glanced at Tess who shook her head, "Later." Concern flooded into his eyes, but he released his grip on her hand and moved towards the doctor.
"My...my son?"
The doctor smiled, "Yes, your son. A perfectly healthy little boy. A bit larger than he should have been, especially since he was a bit premature. But don't worry, he's got a clean bill of health."
He simply nodded at the doctor who deposited the bundle into his arms. Davin didn't think the elation he was currently feeling was possible. This was his son in his arms, his own flesh and blood. He never thought this would be possible with his, uh problem, but here he was. "Thanks." Slightly dumbfounded he moved back to his position next to the bed where Tess was stroking Tomias' head. "Our son..." He said proudly, kneeling so that he could shift the bundle into Tess' arms easily.
They seemed captivated by the young boy, lost in what the doctors liked to call 'the first family moment', and in order to give them the peace they deserved the doctor slipped out. He could use a break, the labor hadn't been the easiest of deliveries.
Tess leaned forward to kiss the boy gently. "Our son." She repeated looking over to Davin, joy dancing brightly across her eyes. "Our little Wyatt!
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 8:04 am
Rogue Lioness
With new motherhood comes new anxieties. Tess has a most peculiar dream one night. In it, she and Wyatt are far from the comforts of home, laid out beneath a tree in the dry heat of the savannah.
Wyatt is curled up close to her, crying in hunger, but Tess, having not had anything to eat herself does not have any milk to feed him. She cannot leave him beneath the tree to hunt for food because she is aware of the predatory gaze of a leopard watching them from the topmost branches. Indeed, Wyatt is only safe for as long as she remains with him.
If only her mate would return to her to ensure their child is properly looked after, she could leave to provide for them both.
When Tess awakens, it is to Wyatt crying in his crib and she will, perhaps, feel a bit like crying herself. Davin has not gone anywhere while she was asleep, and yet...
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 3:56 pm
Response to "Rogue Lioness"It was unbearably hot. The rays of an unforgiving sun beat down upon the empty expanse cracking the already worn ground. Sweat dripped from her brow. The shade from the overhead Acacia offered no real refuge from the sun’s warmth. The heat of the body next to her was like a hot water bottle, uncomfortably heating her stomach to which the body was pressed tightly against. She felt an overwhelming urge to shove the unnecessary heat away, but something halted her movements, froze her arms in place around the tight form.
Through the haze of heat, Tess heard the sharp cries of a child. Blinking warily, green orbs cast down towards the infant cradled against her. And then it hit her. Wyatt, the name registered in her foggy brain automatically. Wyatt! With the recognition, the woman’s mind brain was sent into overdrive. Thoughts were organized immediately, and Tess became aware of her predicament. She was clothed, if you could call her sparse coverings clothing, in a thin native outfit, female loincloth and makeshift chest tie her only coverings. Next to her was the swaddled form of her only son, his damp auburn hair clinging to sweaty forehead. They sat beneath the sparse shade of a looming Acacia tree and all around them was nothing but flat desert. An endless expanse of sand and more sand.
“Shhhh.” She coaxed the screaming child, deft fingers tracing light circles across his back, “It’s okay.” But the words sounded hallow as she uttered them. Keen eyes caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and she registered that they were no longer alone. Above them the famished jaws of a leopard salivated. Instinctively she pulled Wyatt closer to her, unable to take her gaze from the monster above. For the first time in a very long time a feeling of pure despair washed over the woman. What could she do? Next to her her world was crying for food, and water no doubt, but she could not take him with her, the journey would be a difficult one, and under the beating son she ran the risk of doing more harm than good to Wyatt’s pale features. But she could not leave him alone beneath the tree either. The second her back was turned the monster above would swoop in for the kill.
There was no hope.
Panic tightened her chest as her breath quickened. “Davin.” She cried out in a hoarse moan, pressing her back tighter against the tree. “I need you.”
But her mate was nowhere to be found. She was utterly alone and she was utterly useless. The end was near and there was nothing she could do to stop it…
Wyatt’s cries were coming sharper now, more instant. As she listened the world around her began to dissolve. Green eyes locked with the yellowing gaze of the leopard one last time before the world vanished entirely.
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Tess bolted upright in bed, covers falling forward and away from her pajama clad body. Her breathing was heavy, erratic even, and a small sheen of sweat seemed to cover every inch of skin. A shaking hand tentatively swept across her front, feeling the soft fabric her night gown. It clung uncomfortably to her body, much like the curls that were currently matted to her face. The cries of Wyatt reached her ears again and it was all she could do to choke back her own responding tears. They came unbidden to her eyes, causing her vision to swim and she swallowed hard.
“Davin…” She looked around frantically for the Echani’s body and to her relief she found him right next to her. The pale man lay comfortably on his stomach, one arm dangling unceremoniously off of the bed. Soft snores emitted from his sleeping form with every rise and fall of his torso. The sight of his peaceful sleep was too much for the woman. Though she had always been taught to control her emotions, she could not help but allow the tears to flow freely down her face. Tess had been sure that he was gone, so sure that it was just her and Wyatt.
“Wyatt!” Tess choked back a sob flinging the covers away from her body. In one fluid motion she was on her feet and tiptoeing towards the door. Get ahold of yourself. She warned as she allowed the force to guide her through the pitch black hallway. It was just a dream. But it had seemed so vivid, everything from the sweat to the heat had been very real to her. It was just a dream. Before she knew it, the Jedi had reached Wyatt’s rooms. His cries had reached a level of sobbing now, and as her eyes adjusted to the dark she could see his little hands reaching upwards, grabbing for something. The sight broke her heart. She was at his side in a moment, strong arms hoisting him upwards, hugging him close to her body. “Shhhh…It’s okay honey, I’m here now.” She bounced him gently in his arms, cooing sweet nothings in his ear. But still his cries persisted.
Davin had taken it upon himself, earlier that week, to install a small refrigerator in Wyatt’s room. And though she had protested to its installation she found herself silently thanking her sleeping husband. Pulling a bottle of mixed formula from the chilled box she settled herself in a rocking chair and offered the bottle to her fussy child. Initially he pushed it away gurgling in protest. “Come on Wys, this will make you feel better.” There was a hint of desperation in her voice and she pushed the boy’s thick hair out of his eyes. “Please.” One more try later and the baby was sucking hungrily at the bottle, draining its contents with fervor.
As Wyatt’s cries died down, Tess was left to the silence of the room to think. Back and forth she rocked in the great chair. How symbolic her dream had been. It had been the outward reflection of her deepest and darkest thoughts, which was perhaps why it had struck her so hard emotionally. The climate and dangerous conditions of her dream were the reflection of life’s hardships; from the very simple discomfort of weather, the need for substance, to the very real danger of life looming quietly overhead. And there she had been, stranded alone with Wyatt, no Davin to help or comfort her. Such was the life of an army wife. Her husband was off at war, fighting someone else’s battle with the very real possibility of death constantly staring him in the face. It was every wife's worst nightmare and the probability of it happening was always very high; people died in war.
She inhaled sharply as the full meaning of her dream hit her. Instinctively she clung tighter to Wyatt, making sure not to cause him too much discomfort. If Davin were to die while on duty she would be very much alone, just as she had been in the desert. Of course she could get by, she was an independent woman, especially when he was off on duty, after all. But it was not the same. With him alive she knew that he would always be there to support her, if only mentally. That meant the world to her, and as much as she hated to admit it, she needed Davin in her life. Without that damn man Tess knew that she would be helpless in the shadow of their life. She honestly didn't know what she would do without him.
And though she found it a sign of weakness, Tess bent her head and wept.
But it was not just herself that would be lost if Davin died. The hungry child in her arms was deeply enamored with his father. Every time that Davin was in the room, everything about Wyatt seemed to brighten and he would cling to his father simply sitting, or playing a game of patty cake. Wyatt slept easier in Davin’s arms. Ate more when the Echani was coaxing him, and screamed less when it was the white haired man who rushed to his side at night.
Once again Tess’s hand brushed across Wyatt’s temple, pushing his hair back so that she could see his silver eyes. Eyes that reminded Tess so much of his father. Deep inside she felt the familiar rumble of rebellion. She had to be strong for the child in her arms. She had to be unwavering in her faith of Davin, she had to believe that he would return to them. Chin tilted upwards in defiance of her helpless dream and she stared hard at the wall ahead of her.
She would not let this ill omen of a dream affect her. She was doing just fine on her own and, most importantly, Davin kept returning to her safe and sound. This was not the time to lose her cool. If anything, now was when her resolve should be most solid. She needed be strong for her husband, and she would be strong for Wyatt. No matter what happened, she would be the powerful lioness that held her family together.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 3:57 pm
Dear Diary
Journal Entry 2
I still can't believe I am a mother. I thought that the shock would have worn off by now, but every time I look down at Wyatt I am surprised to know that he is mine. My own flesh and blood! But it is hard to deny him, he looks so much like myself and his father. Those reddish brown tresses are unmistakably my own, they are just as unruly as mine where when I was a child! I think he even has my nose.
And those eyes are Davin's. Even if they weren't the same silvery color I would know them a mile away. Just like his father's they are so expressive! I can tell almost exactly what he is thinking without having to feel for his emotions. I wonder if that is normal in children, I suppose it probably is as they can't exactly communicate with words yet. Of course, I don't know too much about children. I've read a book or two about caring for kids, but I still feel as if I'm baby illiterate.
Here's what I know about Wyatt:
-He's extremely perceptive
-He seems to know exactly what buttons to push to get his way
-He's obsessed with poor Tomias' Tail
-His father's plushie gift rarely leaves his side
-He loves to grab our faces and hold onto them
-He loves to mimic people's hand gestures
-Likewise, his eyes seem to spark knowingly when he sees certain gestures
-I don't think he recognizes faces too well
-He doesn't sleep well at all
-When not hungry or awake in the night he's got a very pleasant demeanor
-Baring said circumstances, he doesn't really cry that much
-He seems to enjoy being outside more than cooped up in the house
-He loves animals
-He gravitates towards blues more than any other color
-I sense he has potential to be force sensitive
-I can already tell that daddy will be his hero
I wish I knew more! I want to know exactly what is going on in that auburn covered head of his. I find myself wondering what he will be like when he's older more often than is necessary. I know I should live in the moment, but sometimes I can't help it. I wonder if certain traits will translate when he is older. Like the fact that he loves to hold our faces; does that mean he will be a people person later, that he'll like to be close to others? Maybe he'll pull that one with the ladies when the time is right.
Sometimes I wonder if I know enough about caring for him, and I'm certainly not the most adept at changing diapers but I think I do alright. Wyatt's a little bit spoiled, but I can't help it, he's got me wrapped with those eyes of his.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 3:58 pm
Javaris,
I'm sorry it's been so long since my last letter, things have been extremely hectic lately. I was able to take leave in order to see my son being born but already I am back on the front lines. I wish I could tell you where and hear some of your infamous advice but I fear I'm pushing my like in corresponding with you to begin with.
Anyway, let me rewind. I was able to see my son being born. My son. I'm a father Jav, a real life father and I have a son. I can repeat it ad nauseum but it still doesn't seem real. I wish you could have seen him. He was born premature, but he was still such a big baby. He has his mother's hair and my eyes. It's almost like looking into a mirror but instead of seeing myself I see something I helped create. I don't think I've ever been this proud in my life, not even when you and I helped topple Zanku's empire. Oh, and we named him Wyatt. A warriors name for a budding fighter!
I was able to spend a little bit of time with Wyatt before I was recalled and let me tell you he is a little spitfire. He's fairly docile normally, but when he doesn't get what he wants I've never heard anything cause more commotion. He certainly got his lungs from his mother! But he is a perceptive kid and picks up gestures faster than I've ever seen, just the other day he was waving to the birds out the window. Amazing isn't he? I bet he'll end up the brightest kid his age!
He doesn't sleep well though, I think he has nightmares... Do kids his age have nightmares? But Tess doesn't sleep well either, I try to help as much as I can in the middle of the night, but more often than not I wake up to find Tess curled up with Wyatt in the Rocking Chair.
Wyatt likes to play hide and go seek with Tomias and I, he laughs so loud every time he finds one of us!
It broke my heart to leave him and Tess behind. I think Wyatt knew something was wrong because he cried for hours and not even his plush lion could clam him down. Tess wasn't too happy either, I could see the anguish in her eyes and I wish I hadn't. Something isn't sitting right Jav.
I'm worried and I'm not sure why.
I have to go now though, we move at dawn and I still need to get some sleep. Tess did tell me you would be there for Wyatt's birthday. Give the kid a big hug for me. I miss him more than I can tell you.
Tell your daughter I said hello!
Seek Peace,
Davin
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 4:01 pm
First visit to the Clinic
In-Thread Rp between Keeta and Joel and Jiao'lan and Mi'Ako Keeta stepped into the clinic shortly after it opened, Joel securely carried in her arms. Camille wasn't with her, as she had arranged for Rhine to watch her while she took Joel to the doctor. She had a firm set to her jaw and her lips were pressed tightly together. Her appearance was disheveled, her hair tied into a loose ponytail and she wore wrinkled mismatched clothes. If one looked at her eyes, they would look tired, as though she had not had enough sleep, but there was something else there like worry or fear. She marched immediately up to the receptionists desk.The small boy in her arms was very still, his eyes slightly wide. He was dieing to run over to the box of toys that he knew was in the corner of the waiting room and raid it. Joel was brimming with energy and wanted nothing more than to go play with one of the cars or planes he remembered there being in the box, but he didn't wiggle in his mother's arms. His mommy was scared and that made him uncertain of things."It is just a check up. Just a check up." The woman attempted to reassure herself as she stepped through the doors of the clinic. Though the doctor had asked Tess only to bring Wyatt down for a check up, the woman couldn't help but feel a small sense of foreboding. She had never really liked doctors much, even on her home planet she had tried to stay away from them as much as possible and so even a small check-up was setting her on edge. What if the found something wrong with Wyatt?
The little boy was wrapped comfortably in a light blanket inside of his carrier peering intently at the outside world. The birth had taken a good deal out of Tess and so this was one of Wyatt's first trips outside of their cozy home. Silver eyes seemed to fix upon everything they could as his mother walked. Inside of the clinic he spotted a mother carrying her child in his arms and he cooed, reaching out into the air seeking to recreate the scene for himself.
Outwardly Tess showed no signs of the trepidation that she felt, but one could tell from the dark circles beneath her eyes that the woman was tired. As of late a strange dream seemed to be keeping her up and it was probably the content that had set her so on edge for this appointment. Moving into place behind Keeta she placed the carrier down and picked the boy up. She was rewarded for efforts with his bright smile before his gaze fixed on the mother-son duo in front of her. Tess didn't mean to stare, but if she wasn't mistaken the little boy had three eyes...Odd, she thought this planet had a very basic species of humanoids. Apparently she had a lot to learn.
Her gaze traveled from the boy that Wyatt was currently babbling at to the woman. She looked just as tired as Tess felt and despite the fact that they were both waiting for the receptionist she couldn't help but ask, "You look tired, baby keeping you up?" It was polite to start conversation with other parents on this world...right?As the new mother came up behind Keeta, the receptionist appeared and she was about to inquire about the availability of appointments today when Tess spoke to her. She turned and gave the woman a wry smile.
"Not exactly...I'm keeping me up out of worry. He's....not eating." A spasm of worry-filled emotion crossed her face.
"Pardon me a moment. I need to see if they have any available appointments today...." she said before she turned back to the receptionist. The petite blonde-haired woman smiled up at Keeta."How can I help you?""Is there anything available for any of the doctors to see him today? Joel Harding, is his name." Keeta stated, a desperate edge to her voice. "I think we have some walk-in availability this morning. Just sign in on the clipboard and it's on a first come, first serve basis. Right now it looks as thought everyone who came in before you has been served, so it shouldn't be too long. Just sign here and write down a basic description of his problem. After that have a seat and the doctor should be with you shortly."Keeta wrote where the woman indicated, before turning and facing Tess, some of the anxiety gone from her face with the knowledge that Joel would be able to be seen by a doctor.
"Sorry I didn't mean to be rude...I'm just worried. That's an adorable little one you have there."Joel was silent through all of this, not wanting to disturb his mommy, but while Keeta's back was turned as she spoke with the receptionist, he offered Tess a little wave and a smile. He always liked meeting new people!Tess frowned, as a new mother she wouldn't know what to do if Wyatt decided to stop eating. The poor dear, no wonder she looked so worn down. Tess kept the calm half smile on her face and nodded sympathetically, "Oh dear, I'm sorry..." She trailed off as the woman turned back to sign in for her appointment.
"Look Wyatt, the little boy is saying hello." She tilted Wyatt so he could see Joel better. Wyatt seemed to study the boy intently and cooed, raising his hand to mimic the little boy in front of him.
As the lady turned back Tess shook her head, "Don't worry about it, I completely understand. I'd be out of my mind if Wyatt decided to stop eating." Just the thought of her brown haired child refusing food was enough to bring back the memory of her dream. She repressed the urge to shudder. "Thank you very much, this is Wyatt. Wyatt say hello to the nice lady."
Wyatt reached up his hand still mimicking Joel and blew a bubble. "You as well, what's his name?"As the new mother came up behind Keeta, the receptionist appeared and she was about to inquire about the availability of appointments today when Tess spoke to her. She turned and gave the woman a wry smile.
"Not exactly...I'm keeping me up out of worry. He's....not eating." A spasm of worry-filled emotion crossed her face.
"Pardon me a moment. I need to see if they have any available appointments today...." she said before she turned back to the receptionist. The petite blonde-haired woman smiled up at Keeta."How can I help you?""Is there anything available for any of the doctors to see him today? Joel Harding, is his name." Keeta stated, a desperate edge to her voice. "I think we have some walk-in availability this morning. Just sign in on the clipboard and it's on a first come, first serve basis. Right now it looks as thought everyone who came in before you has been served, so it shouldn't be too long. Just sign here and write down a basic description of his problem. After that have a seat and the doctor should be with you shortly."Keeta wrote where the woman indicated, before turning and facing Tess, some of the anxiety gone from her face with the knowledge that Joel would be able to be seen by a doctor.
"Sorry I didn't mean to be rude...I'm just worried. That's an adorable little one you have there."Tess took Keeta's out stretched hand and shook it. "It's a pleasure to meet you Keeta! I'm Tess, or so they call me around here." The lady behind the desk motioned her forward and she gave Keeta an apologetic smile. "Sorry, hold on." She moved towards the front desk. "Yes, hello. I uh, I have an appointment for my son. Wyatt James."
"Ah yes, I'll let the nurses know you've arrived. It shouldn't be too long." She gave Tess the proper paperwork and returned to her business.
Tess watched the mother-son duo with great interest readjusting Wyatt carefully on her hip. In her line of work, child care was thing that was expected to come naturally. Really, she had no idea what she was doing. Poor kid, she was sort of winging the whole thing. And it didn't help that his father was out fighting a war.
"I couldn't imagine, I'm sorry." She offered as she moved towards one of the waiting room chairs. "Is it just recently or has this been going on for awhile now?
Wyatt was watching the boy with great interest, still blowing bubbles from his mouth. He smiled and reached upwards to mimic Joel's touch to his mother's face and brushed Tess's chin. when he fond he couldn't reach her face completely he settled with clinging to the fabric of her shirt. As long as he had something to hold on to.Keeta nodded her understanding as Tess moved to the receptionist desk. After all, she had done something similar. As she hadn't brought the stroller today, having prefered to have Joel close to her, her arms were now getting tired. She took a seat across from Tess.
"Just since yesterday morning. And maybe you think I'm paraniod for getting distressed when it's only been a little over 24 hours, but....he's so small. I don't want to wait until it's really bad before I do something." She sighed as she settled Joel on her lap.
"I just can't figure it out. He's not vomiting, and he drinks his juice like normal, and instead of losing energy, he seems to actually be more active! But...if I try and get him to eat he throws a fit! I was hoping it was just something yesterday...but when he wouldn't eat breakfast this morning either, I chose to bring him in."Joel waved again to the lady with the little boy and the nice smile, before saying his favorite word.
"Hi!"Settling Wyatt on her lap she threw her hands up with a vague smile, "Trust me, no judgment here...Honestly I'm worried enough over a simple check-up. " She lowered her arms, placing her palms on either knee as Wyatt rested propped against her chest. "I'd probably be a lot worse off than you if that was the case with Wy." Perhaps it wasn't warranted but, "Is Joel your first born?"
She seemed to consider the boy's symptoms for a moment. Eyes closed as she felt forward with the force. A small frown replaced the smile but she could not make much out of the what she felt. Joel seemed rather content to her. "Perhaps it is just a phase?" She offered hopefully.
Wyatt raised his hand again beaming at Joel and jerked the appendage about randomly.
"Hello!" She took Wyatt's smaller hand in her own and waved it properly at Joel.Instead of the typical six week postpartum check-up Jiao'lan was scheduled for every two weeks until told otherwise. She had taken the long bus ride to the clinic, her hand-woven hempen nappy bag slung over her shoulder. She back up to the door and shouldered it open before quickly running past it as it swung closed. She then did the same with the innermost door.
Due her to stature and hollow bones ready for flight, the heavy doors were very dangerous. A small bundle of shedding down was clutched to her chest as she took a moment to collect herself before walking over to the admission desk. She rose to the tips of her talons, wincing as she did so, the very tips of her oil, black flight feathers reaching the top of the desk. The receptionist leaned over and smiled. "I've got Mi'Ako Shan'ro for her two week check-up." Jiao'lan explained. "Ah, all right. well have a seat, the doctors are on schedule at the moment so just have a seat and we'll be right with you."
As the petite woman made her way to the seating area, just like Keeta, she seemed utterly exhausted. She had dark circles under her eyes, and her peasant-y blouse was badly wrinkled. She also walked a bit like a cowboy with a saddle sore. Slightly bow-legged. She was still healing and had run out of pain medication.
Mi'Ako was fussing almost constantly now, little warbling, baby-ish grunts and sounds of displeasure rumbled in the back of her throat. It seemed almost every time she moved the infant lost a feather or two. Jiao'lan's eyes were focused solely on her daughter as she eased them both into a chair. She grimaced as the chairs were a bit high for someone of her stature, and adjusted herself.
She was so knackered she didn't see anyone but her daughter, almost as if she had tunnel vision. "Oh sweety...s'cooler in here..." She murmured softly as she offered the child's own tail to her as a sort of built in pacifier. "Yes...he's my first born. My only one that I've actually given birth to. I have a daughter that's developmentally older, but she didn't come into my care until Joel was almost one. Her name's Camille. She's staying with my fiancee while I take care of Joel..." Keeta watched the woman curiously as she seemed to close her eyes and concentrate.
"Perhaps...." she said distractedly in response to Tess' comment about it being a phase. "What was that you were doing just now?"
Her attention turned from Tess as soon as Jiao'lan sat down though. She looked at her friend, offering a grim smile.
"What're you in for?" Keeta said, glancing down at the unhappy Mi'ako.Joel grinned happily at having his greetings returned. He wiggled in Keeta's lap down, wanting to be let down so he could greet his new friends properly. His mommy kept him firmly in check though, despite the fussing that ensued. The last thing she needed was for Joel to get a new infant sick if whatever he had was contagious.Tess nodded, "I see. That's a pretty name, Camille." A thousand or more questions popped into Tess's head but she resisted the urge to ask them. They were probably too probing ofr mere acquaintances, and she really didn't want to mess up her first real human interaction since she'd been on the planet. She really needed to get out more.
"Oh that..." She rubbed the bridge of her nose in a sheepish manner, as was her habit when nervous. "I was just attempting to sense any disturbance in the force." Oh how cliche the phrase sounded. "I'm fairly decent at sensing people's emotions or imbalances, it comes with he territory, but I don't sense anything abnormal form Joel." One shoulder lifted in a half-shrug, "Sorry to pry."
But Tess' attention was drawn away from Keeta as another woman entered the clinic. As a galactic ambassador, Tess had seen her fair share of strange sights, but nothing quite like Jiao'lan. Keeta seemed to know the woman so she didn't feel rude extending a greeting to Jiao'lan as well, seeing as the other woman had already addressed her. "Hello there!"
Wyatt continued to wave at Joel, fussing in his own mother's loose grip. She pushed him closer to her with one arm and the entrapped infant seemed to frown, blowing another spit bubble in response. Seeing that his mother's attention was redirected he stirred and attempted to follow her gaze. His efforts were rewarded when Tess adjusted him on her lap so that he could catch a glimpse of the newcomer. His hand reached upwards and waved erratically at the woman and her daughter.Jiao'lan offered Keeta a tight-lipped, weary smile. "Check-ups for both of us...and...someone's been un-godly with her fussing. She's also gotten her first moult." She said as she looked to Joel. "S'he okay?" She asked, brows furrowing in concern. Jiao'lan offered the same smile to Tes. "Hello." She said, with a slight nod of her head. She looked to the human's infant and her eyes grew soft despite her fatigue. "For bein' so little...he seems on top of things." She said, impressed with the little boy's not-so-random seeming gesture.
She returned it when Mi'Ako began to start to cry. The tone was very human, but again laced with a very avian warbling wail. "Oh, sweetheart..." She murmured as she drew the infant close and began to bounce and rock her slightly, trying to hide the look of pain the movement caused. For some reason the little girl loved the jostling movements, usually.
Lately, the little girl wanted to monopolize all of her mother's attention where her Daddy wasn't concerned, it seemed. The woman fell back on old habit to sing an old lullaby in her native tongue, softly under her breath as the child wailed. She would have gotten up and left the area but it was hard enough clambering into the chair with the infant and getting down was even worse.
Mi'Ako wasn't wet.
She wasn't hungry.
She was just plain fussy.
The little girl flailed her wings, legs, and tail sending down-y fluff everywhere.
Jiao'lan couldn't take the sound of her cries echoing off the walls of the waiting room and was certain the cries were bothering people. Without a word she psyched herself up and worked her way out of the chair, drawing in a little breath as she did so before, just as carefully as before, making her way outside, hoping the fresh air would help soothe her daughter. She could be seen outside the glass doors still trying, desperately, to calm her down.Keeta nodded. She hasn't heard of this "force" the woman spoke of, but many people had many different talents here that she couldn't identify with. Perhaps it was something she was already familiar with, just by a different name. Well...there was nothing in her that wanted to put forth the effort to find out right not, not with her so worried about Joel. Regardless, she was grateful for the woman trying to help, in her way. "No, I appreciate the effort. I'm not sure I understand what it is you do, but anything to help Joel is certainly welcome." She offered a smile to show the sincerity of her statement. Keeta turned to Jiao'lan and frowned. "Well I hope whatever's bothering her abates soon. I know it's difficult to listen to a crying infant for long periods of time, and it must h ave you worried like I am. Joel's... not eating anything. I haven't got him to consume any more than juice since the night before last." She shook her head sadly and watched as Jiao'lan went outside to confort Mi'ako "You're welcome, I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help." She wanted to tell Keeta to take it as a good sign that Tess couldn't sense anything, but the fact puzzled even the force sensitive woman. If there was nothing 'wrong' with him, then why the change in habit. She offered Keeta an apologetic frown and redirected her attention at the newcomer once more.
t took a great deal of effort for Tess to draw her gaze away from the fussy young girl and back to her mother's face. The both of them were beautiful, exotic even, perhaps she really could get used to this new place. It wasn't nearly as monotonous as she had expected it to be.
"Er...Thanks, he is isn't he." She smiled and glanced down at the boy on her lap. "He's not so good with faces yet, but I think he remembers certain gestures real well." He certainly had the wave down, and he had been known to repeat certain gestures that he had seen before Davin returned from leave. Tess assumed it was normal for the age, but really her knowledge lay with outside forces, she knew absolutely nothing about children to begin with.
"Poor dear." It was all she could really think of...So much for being a social being.Jiao'lan carefully made her way inside again, past the heavy glass doors before heading to the seating area and offering a sheepish smile to the two women she had been conversing with. "Sorry, I was afraid her crying might have been bothering someone." She said before clambering back into the chair she had previously occupied. The little girl's wails started to loose their intensity as she let out one last lungful of sound before she yawned widely and fell asleep.
The small woman let out a sigh of relief.
"Well, he seems like he'll be a bright one." She said, smiling softly and Tess' little boy again.
Jiao'lan looked to Joel and then to Keeta. "Mind if I try to tempt him with a little fresh mango?" She asked."No she wasn't being a bother, but she seems more at peace now that she's resting." She smiled slightly at the sight of the sleeping infant. "As for Joel...you're more than welcome to try, but don't get your hopes up. I've tried just about everything I can think of." She sighed and set Joel on the ground. "Go say hello to Jiao'lan." The small boy grinned and toddled over, not needing to be asked twice to do one of his favorite things, "Hi!" he said, and then looked at Mi'Ako. "Baby?" "Not a trouble at all." Tess echoed her new acquaintance, "And now you have a moment's peace. I agree, she looks so peaceful!"
On her lap, Wyatt's gaze was fixed towards Mi'Ako and her mother. Tess bent her head forward and tapped his chest and then pointed to the sleeping infant. "Baby." She whispered softly in his ear.
Her only response was the soft cooing noise the bubbled out of Wyatt's open mouth. "T...Thanks, I hope so."
While thinking of a way to re-enter the conversation, one of the side doors open and a nurse carrying a thing folder poked her head out. "Tess and Wyatt?" She asked in her practiced cheerful way.
"That's us." Tess got to her feet and adjusted Wyatt so that he rested on her hip. "It was really nice to meet both of you. I wish you the best of luck." She waved down at Joel, "And it was nice to meet you too champ." And with that she headed off to her scheduled appointment.Fin
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 7:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 7:02 pm
Gaia had been swarming with news about the newest circus in town. The mysterious invisible ringleader, the beautiful acrobats, the sinister atmosphere, the silly cats...
Wyatt isn't more interested in the lion tamer. While Leona the Lion Tamer isn't as advertised as Colonel Praline Pepperpot's Capracious Cat Circus (wow), it is enough for the little lion lover to notice.
For the next week, all Wyatt can think about is the circus. All he could babble about is the circus. That boy wants to go to the Circus Gothique and see the lion.
But Tessa has seen the posters, too. She has seen the kind of acts that are at the circus. Those circus people don't look too friendly, and the side-shows are bizarre and terrifying. The Circus Gothique is simply not meant for children.
Will Tessa risk traumatizing her baby boy so he can see his lion, or will she find another way to satisfy his lion craving?
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