This is all your fault

Posted on 13 Jul 2021 @ 1:21am by Lieutenant Syvar MD & Commander Amelia Fox

Mission: Picking up the pieces
Location: Amelia and Syvar's quarters
1436 words - 2.9 OF Standard Post Measure

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Having finished her shift on the bridge, Amelia waddled down to her quarters. It was starting to become hard work, especially on her back and ankles which were aching and swollen. The door to her quarters opened and she entered and basically collapsed on the sofa with a sigh. She was thinking of running a bath, if she could muster the energy to get off the sofa again.

When Syvar returned home, he pulled off his jacket and hung it neatly across the back of a chair then turned to watch Amelia sitting on the couch. He smiled as he approached her and crouched to be at level with her. He could sense her exhaustion, and wondered why she kept running such long shifts. "Are you alright?" He asked, leaning in to kiss her.

Amelia groaned. "I'm not sure how i'm going to survive another 2 months of this? My back is killing me and my ankles..." She placed a hand on her growing bump. "I hope you appreciate what your Mother is going through my darling." she looked back to Syvar. "You know, I'm blaming you for this." She pulled him down next to her and leaned into him. "You're lucky that I love you and that you're so damn sexy.... I'm just sooo exhausted right now."

"What do you mean, what my mother is going through?" Confusion, mixed with concern, crossed his face. "Are you saying my mother is pregnant?" He considered that to be unlikely because there had been no children when he grew up, despite there being no lack for trying. "Why are you blaming me. And perhaps you should go to bed, if you're tired, and not spend all day on your feet?"

Amelia laughed. "I was talking to our baby, Hoping that she appreciates what I'm going through someday." She moved closer to him and kissed him. "And I blame you because I'm a woman and.... I just do. It's not logical I know but you can't expect a pregnant woman to be logical." She looked at him lovingly and tousled his hair. "How good are you at giving backrubs?"

"Logic isn't exactly my area of expertise," the Vulcan pointed out, "and backrubs...I can certainly try even though I'm not a physiotherapist. Surely a holodeck can help out here?" He smiled, ducking away as she tousled his hair.

Amelia took the largest cushion off the sofa and placed it on the floor in front of Syvar. "I don't want the cold touch of technology but rather the loving touch of my husband," She said, slipping off the sofa onto the cushion and unzipping her uniform and slipping it off her shoulders, exposing her back to him. She reached back and unclipped her bra. "Let's start with a backrub and then maybe a bath before something to eat?"

"You know I would never refuse you," Syvar murmured as he rested his hands on her bare shoulders. He sat there for a while, attempting to loosen her muscles. "A bath does sound like a good idea but I think you will be exhausted afterwards. Maybe you should eat first."

Amelia's head was starting to droop and she let out a soft moan of contentment. "That's right.... just there...... Ooohhhhhh yeah..... That's the spot.... Don't stop... Are you sure you've not had training..... Oooohhhhh God!" she bit her lip and her eyes fluttered as she took a sharp intake of breath. "You always know just how I like to be touched.... Keep going.... please...." Her voice was a breathless whisper and her hands were gripping the carpet, his hands working their magic on her tortured back. "Eating first sounds good... Would you mind......Oh... Oh.... Oh.... mmmmmmm... Just there....."

Syvar continued on for a few minutes more, then stood to provide for dinner. "Of course I know," he said as he came back with two plates, then helped her sit on the couch. "We are bonded and I'm a doctor, it would be somewhat strange if I did not know where your aches are." He smiled as he handed her the plate. "Careful, it's hot."

"Mmmmmm, It smells wonderful," Amelia replied in a somewhat dreamy state thanks to Syvar's magic hands. Amelia was also very hungry and she finished off her plate and leaned back into the sofa. "That was so good. Thank you, my love. I'll make this up to you when the baby is here and I'm not carrying all this weight. I don't suppose I could impose on you to run that bath?" She asked fluttering her eyelashes in his direction.

"I don't need any making up to," Syvar smiled, "If anything I'm still making up to you. I owe you my life, my very soul." He leaned down to kiss her as he picked up her plate. "Can you make it to the bathroom in say five minutes?" He cleared the plates away then headed out to let the tub fill up.

Amelia smiled to herself, then stood and waddled into the bedroom. After a few minutes, she managed to slip off her uniform. She stood in front of her mirror and sighed. "It looks like I've swallowed a shuttle already." She placed her hands on her bump and patted it for a moment. Then, picking up the largest towel she could find, still naked, headed for the bathroom.

Steam filled the room, along with the soothing scent of lavender.

"Just look at me. I look like a small moon." She said, turning sideways onto him as he finished running the bath.

"You look absolutely stunning," Syvar said as he ran his hand through the water to check the temperature. "We should take a few photos soon, as a reminder of this time." He held out his hand to her to help her step into the tub. "Careful, the water is very warm," he warned.

Amelia laughed as she took his hand and slowly lowered herself into the luxuriously warm, bubbly water. "Yes! I'm sure you would like plenty of photos of me completely naked." She let out a connected sigh "This is wonderful. Thank you. Oh! OH!" Her eyes went wide and she put bother hands on her stomach. "That was a big one."

"No I don't want pictures of you naked. But I do want a few of you in uniform, and perhaps a lovely dress? Maybe Iola can take you shopping, she's got an excellent taste. Have you seen her?" Syvar smiled brightly at her, before concern crossed his brow. "A big one what?" he asked, leaning in to study her. "What happened?"

Despite herself, Amelia managed to laugh. “She moved, and I mean she really moved. Felt like she rolled over or something.” She frowned for a moment. “Hhmmmmm, she feels a little lower than before.”
Amelia shifted in the water and rubbed her bump. “What you doing in there?” she asked, stroking her bump, then she put one hand on Syvar’s “And that was joke my love. I’m ok, just let me get my breath.”

He leaned in closer to touch her bump, feeling the baby inside move to where his hand touched skin. He didn't seem to care that his sleeve was getting wet, he just looked down, his face a mask of pure marvel. "I am serious, this woman seems to have style. The few times I've seen her she had this yellow dress on and gossip has it she has quite a number of them. She's always impeccably dressed, almost as if to make a point. Perhaps she can help you with a few comfortable maternity clothes? Other than your uniform."

Amelia looked at him with loving eyes. “Ok. For you, I shall go and get her help some stylish maternity wear.” she placed her other hand on top of his on her bump. “You know this is a big tub? Room for one more...”

"I'm aware, but you deserve some you time." He smiled at her. "And I don't want to intrude on your pampering time."

Amelia let out a breath. “You are so good to me. This bath is doing wonders for my muscles.” she admitted. “How about when I get out we cozy up together and put on some nice relaxing music?”

"I will leave you for a few minutes to enjoy the bath." Syvar stood, caressing her cheek as he did. "Call me when you are ready to come out."

Amelia relaxed into the water. "I will my love."

OFF:

Commander Amelia Fox
XO
USS Andromeda

Ensign Syvar
Medical Officer
pnpc Aidan