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It was a normal meeting. Rook and Querl were at it again, going into verbal war against one another. Saturn Girl was trying to soothe Rokk's thoughts so that the argument would not come to blows. Everyone else tried to remain neutral.
The only difference in this meeting was that Nura was now ten months pregnant with her and Querl's first (and hopefully only) child. She was seated in the seat next to her husband's, in her blue maternity dress. A neutral expression covered Nura's face. until, suddenly, her eyes went wide and her mouth parted in an O of surprise. She turned her body toward her husband and tapped him on the shoulder, disrupting the argument. "Querl, honey?"
Querl made a exasperated sound before turning to talk to his wife. "Yes, Nura, what is it?"
Nura put both her hands on her pregnant bulge. "My water is about to break," she said frankly. Silence engulfed the meeting room. Whatever animosity lingered between Rokk and Querl was snuffed out like a candle's flame by Nura's announcement. Querl's eyes widened by a millimeter, and his mouth lost its stern edge. Rokk suddenly looked like a caught minnow in a large fishnet. Jo didn't waste any time leaving the room.
Querl finally spoke. "We should get you to the MedBay." He took Nura's arms and began walking her out of the meeting room, leaving awkwardly placed Legionnaires to gape at the prospect that a little Brainiac child would soon enter the world.
Nura leaned against Querl's side as they walked. "The baby will be born in eight hours."
Querl put a hand in hers. "You already see the birth?"
"Yes." Nura puts her head against his shoulder. "We will have to be patient and wait. She will be born when she damn well pleases." A chuckle. "And Love?"
"Yes, Nura?"
"I am going to be saying a lot of things I don't really mean during labor. Just remember that I am only saying those things because my cervix is widening and the pain is shooting up my body."
"You seem very calm about all this."
Nura shook her head as they made their way to the MedBay. "No, Love." she squeezes his hand, and when Querl turns to her, she looks back at him with glassy eyes. "I'm terrified."
The only difference in this meeting was that Nura was now ten months pregnant with her and Querl's first (and hopefully only) child. She was seated in the seat next to her husband's, in her blue maternity dress. A neutral expression covered Nura's face. until, suddenly, her eyes went wide and her mouth parted in an O of surprise. She turned her body toward her husband and tapped him on the shoulder, disrupting the argument. "Querl, honey?"
Querl made a exasperated sound before turning to talk to his wife. "Yes, Nura, what is it?"
Nura put both her hands on her pregnant bulge. "My water is about to break," she said frankly. Silence engulfed the meeting room. Whatever animosity lingered between Rokk and Querl was snuffed out like a candle's flame by Nura's announcement. Querl's eyes widened by a millimeter, and his mouth lost its stern edge. Rokk suddenly looked like a caught minnow in a large fishnet. Jo didn't waste any time leaving the room.
Querl finally spoke. "We should get you to the MedBay." He took Nura's arms and began walking her out of the meeting room, leaving awkwardly placed Legionnaires to gape at the prospect that a little Brainiac child would soon enter the world.
Nura leaned against Querl's side as they walked. "The baby will be born in eight hours."
Querl put a hand in hers. "You already see the birth?"
"Yes." Nura puts her head against his shoulder. "We will have to be patient and wait. She will be born when she damn well pleases." A chuckle. "And Love?"
"Yes, Nura?"
"I am going to be saying a lot of things I don't really mean during labor. Just remember that I am only saying those things because my cervix is widening and the pain is shooting up my body."
"You seem very calm about all this."
Nura shook her head as they made their way to the MedBay. "No, Love." she squeezes his hand, and when Querl turns to her, she looks back at him with glassy eyes. "I'm terrified."