Notes: This is the last of my older one-shot fics, and I post this one especially for 'The Avenger', who just loves J/A ship.
"You're going to love it, babe," Aeryn's voice sounded in a mocking imitation of her husband's. "You don't have to do anything." She turned to glare at him. "The day has barely started."
John sighed. She was right, the day had barely started. A special day: Aeryn's, and little D's, first Mother's Day. He'd been just on his way to make Aeryn a special breakfast, something special he had managed to pull off with a little help from Chiana and Pilot, when Pilot informed about the intrusion. Ship-wide, so Aeryn immediately asked where, probably while she was putting on what she was wearing right now.
He'd intervened, reminding her that this was her special day and assuring her that he could handle it. "I could've handled it, babe," he replied, though he knew that things had looked bad.
"Right. That's why you were attempting to hide out in there." Aeryn pointed at the small area near the top of the corridor.
"I had a plan." He pointedly ignored her snort. "I was gonna surprise them."
"How? You even lost Winona."
"I'd have waited till they passed, jump back down and go grab her."
"How did you lose her anyway?"
"I, uh," His voice sounded strangled even to him, so he cleared his throat. "I ran into one of these critters and Winona slid from my grasp." He bent over to pick up his pulse pistol from the floor.
Aeryn snorted again and then palmed her comms. "Chiana? Everything is safe out here. Is D'Argo alright?"
Chiana's voice came back immediately. "Yeah, he's having fun with Aunty Chi's hair."
Aeryn turned to John. "Why is he always playing with people's hair? He's always grabbing my hair when I hold him."
John shrugged. "He's probably just interested in anything he can grab." He shrugged again. "It's a baby thing."
Aeryn continued into the comms. "You can bring D'Argo back to our quarters now. I'll be there in a microt."
"Okay, I'm on my way there now."
Aeryn turned back to John again. "Since I'm not supposed to do anything, I'm sure you can clean up the mess by yourself."
John looked back at the crisp mess that used to be Leviathan-eating bugs.
"And I'm still expecting my First Meal in bed, as you promised."
John turned back to Aeryn. "Alright. How about you go back to our quarters and hop into bed while I go whip you up a nice breakfast? I'll clean up the mess afterwards."
"Sounds like a plan." Aeryn leaned in a bit closer to John.
"It is." John leaned in closer.
"Your plans rarely work."
"This one'll work," John said confidently as he pulled her against him.
"Hmm, I think it needs a slight alteration." Aeryn palmed her comms. "Chi? Could you take care of D'Argo for a while longer? Something's come up."
"Cha, literally, I bet."
