We just escaped imprisonment, and now you're taking prison quizzes?
[dryly] I can't say that the lust surprises me, though I hadn't thought buggery was to your taste... did you suffer some circus-related trauma as a child?
"Chi--" He turns his head, eyebrows lifting, but she's behind him and he can't see her expression. "What?"
She takes a breath. John hurriedly forestalls her. "Baby names, right." Aeryn's body is warm agaist his, and he is acutely aware of the slight bulge pressing against his back. Their child. "You wanna run that by me again?"
"The names from the list Avon gave to us... we both liked Kaiya."
You frown. "What was that other name, the one you talked about? Did you write it on the list?"
You are struck by a sudden realization: you don't know who chose your name. Was it Xhalax? Was your name assigned in the creche, or randomly selected before your birth?
It's yet another example of how ill-prepared you are for motherhood.
Aeryn tenses slightly, and John tightens his grip on her hands. He leans his head back and looks sideways into her face. Her brows have drawn inward, a fine vertical line creasing her forehead. "Uh, Terra, I think." He doesn't push to find out what's wrong, but doesn't let go, either.
"Terra." You test it on your tongue, secretly pleased at the echo of one of the same sounds from your own name.
Teeg would know the proper protocol for naming children---but your daughter will never know the creche or grow up aboard a command carrier. She will not be a Peacekeeper.
She'll never be Human, either, even if she could pass among them undetected; the wormhole to Earth is sealed. She will never meet Jack or Olivia or Bobby, never know John's family.
"I like both names." You relax, resting your chin on his shoulder and looking up into his face. "You're her father... I think you should choose."
"Kaiya," he says, testing it. It's unfamiliar, but not too different, and he can wrap his tongue around it. "Kaiya Sun Crichton."
Terra's got familiarity and meaning going for it, though. Earth, a home he'll likely never see again. "Terra means Earth," he says, a smile growing on his lips. "Terra Crichton, Terra Sun."
John runs one hand up Aeryn's arm until he can wrap it around the back of her head, the silky strands soft under his fingers. "Terra Sun Crichton. Do you...do you like it?"
Just a few solar days ago, you'd had nothing to offer your child. Now she has clothes to wear, courtesy of a near-stranger's generosity, and a name picked out by her father.
Maybe, just maybe, the two of you can do this... can raise a child, and keep her safe, and make a good life for her. And maybe one day there will be peace in the Uncharted Territories, and you can find Moya again... and introduce your daughter to the rest of her family.
We just escaped imprisonment, and now you're taking prison quizzes?
[dryly] I can't say that the lust surprises me, though I hadn't thought buggery was to your taste... did you suffer some circus-related trauma as a child?
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Kaiya.
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She takes a breath. John hurriedly forestalls her. "Baby names, right." Aeryn's body is warm agaist his, and he is acutely aware of the slight bulge pressing against his back. Their child. "You wanna run that by me again?"
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You frown. "What was that other name, the one you talked about? Did you write it on the list?"
You are struck by a sudden realization: you don't know who chose your name. Was it Xhalax? Was your name assigned in the creche, or randomly selected before your birth?
It's yet another example of how ill-prepared you are for motherhood.
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Teeg would know the proper protocol for naming children---but your daughter will never know the creche or grow up aboard a command carrier. She will not be a Peacekeeper.
She'll never be Human, either, even if she could pass among them undetected; the wormhole to Earth is sealed. She will never meet Jack or Olivia or Bobby, never know John's family.
"I like both names." You relax, resting your chin on his shoulder and looking up into his face. "You're her father... I think you should choose."
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Terra's got familiarity and meaning going for it, though. Earth, a home he'll likely never see again. "Terra means Earth," he says, a smile growing on his lips. "Terra Crichton, Terra Sun."
John runs one hand up Aeryn's arm until he can wrap it around the back of her head, the silky strands soft under his fingers. "Terra Sun Crichton. Do you...do you like it?"
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Just a few solar days ago, you'd had nothing to offer your child. Now she has clothes to wear, courtesy of a near-stranger's generosity, and a name picked out by her father.
Maybe, just maybe, the two of you can do this... can raise a child, and keep her safe, and make a good life for her. And maybe one day there will be peace in the Uncharted Territories, and you can find Moya again... and introduce your daughter to the rest of her family.
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