A Day on New Caprica
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Its funny how easy it is some days, waking up in bed with Sam. Even though most mornings she still wonder's how the hell she wound up in tent before she remembers. Hell sometimes even after she remembers, she wonder how she wound up here. After all she is Starbuck, she doesn't need anything but the open sky .She can't help feeling content looking at him especially before he's opened his mouth. Its not domestic bliss in fact two nights ago the yelled for so long Roslin stormed in to their tent and told them both to grow up so everybody else could get some sleep, but its still safer than shes ever felt in her life. Even the routine doesn't bug her, in fact she enjoys it. Its the only time in her life she could rely on something like that. They get up in the morning and she bitches about the cold until he makes the fire because he's faster at it and then she makes breakfast because the only thing he can do with a stove is make fire. They go to work come home she cooks, they trade stories about their days, then they'll head out to the pyramid courts or the Tyrols, some nights they even just stay home and she'll paint. One night when Duck jokes that "the highlight of my week is getting plastered in a tent with you people" that she stops and thinks about this for a minute. By all rights she shouldn't be happy here, its dirty cold and Baltar is running things but sitting there in Sam's lap with his arms around her she feels content. It scares her shitless but if this is the rest of her life she is okay with that. She actually wants this to be the rest of her life, safe, here with him. Eventually they go home and climb into bed and get up the next and do it all over again and that actually makes her happy.
Its funny how easy it is some days, waking up in bed with Sam. Even though most mornings she still wonder's how the hell she wound up in tent before she remembers. Hell sometimes even after she remembers, she wonder how she wound up here. After all she is Starbuck, she doesn't need anything but the open sky .She can't help feeling content looking at him especially before he's opened his mouth. Its not domestic bliss in fact two nights ago the yelled for so long Roslin stormed in to their tent and told them both to grow up so everybody else could get some sleep, but its still safer than shes ever felt in her life. Even the routine doesn't bug her, in fact she enjoys it. Its the only time in her life she could rely on something like that. They get up in the morning and she bitches about the cold until he makes the fire because he's faster at it and then she makes breakfast because the only thing he can do with a stove is make fire. They go to work come home she cooks, they trade stories about their days, then they'll head out to the pyramid courts or the Tyrols, some nights they even just stay home and she'll paint. One night when Duck jokes that "the highlight of my week is getting plastered in a tent with you people" that she stops and thinks about this for a minute. By all rights she shouldn't be happy here, its dirty cold and Baltar is running things but sitting there in Sam's lap with his arms around her she feels content. It scares her shitless but if this is the rest of her life she is okay with that. She actually wants this to be the rest of her life, safe, here with him. Eventually they go home and climb into bed and get up the next and do it all over again and that actually makes her happy.