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WARNING! Due to a staggering amount of feedback I am writing more for this story. Some things should be cleared up though. 1. I'm not sure about any dates I give so don't quote me. 2. THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT. I'm moving Unexpected forward in the timeline. Since I want the Trip/T'Pol friendship already established and I don't believe Trip would be willing to sacrifice himself if he had a child I'm pushing it up to after episode Shuttle Pod One. That means in my reality Unexpected didn't happen till after Shuttle Pod One. 3. This chapter is written from Trip's pov again but it may switch around. If it does I'll warn you. 4. Thanks to everyone that reviewed. Didn't know if you would and I was very surprised by it. Thanks.
Baby Names
My mother used to tell me about The Great War. No, it wasn't WWIII or even the two other WW's. It was the Baby Name War of 2234, the year I was conceived, and it lasted till 2235, when I was born. Since I was going to be my mother's last child everyone wanted my name to have something to do with him or her. The family practically tore itself apart with backstabbing and mudslinging. My Aunt Margaret even tried a bribe! Now I wouldn't have minded being named Mark but some of them I'm glad I didn't get saddled with -- like Armand after my grandma Amanda or Luthor after my great-great-great grandfather who founded this town don'tcha know? My father was the worst of the bunch. He was stuck on Harmon (I love my father but he has absolutely no taste). He didn't talk to her for three weeks when she told him all out there was no way she was inflicting that name on her child! In fact my mother almost decided to spite them all and name me the most innocuous name she could find: Bob. Not Robert even, but Bob. Glad she didn't go through with that. She figured it would be kind of like cutting off her nose to spite her face. She did get my father though when she named me Charles Tobias Tucker III. Dad never liked his name much. I used to laugh at her story, silently of course, since she is still sore about it to this day. Yet now I find myself envying my mother. My child has no family to argue and vie for the honor of her name since I don't plan on telling them about her till she's safely born and they can't really turn away from her. I have no spouse to argue with either. I wish I had someone to lean on or just plain argue with. I never planned on being a single parent.
It's been a few hours since I left sickbay. Anyone who didn't know me would be shocked at how quickly I've adjusted. If they didn't know me. I've always dealt better in situations that I could understand. Solid facts calm me, make me feel like I've got a grip on things. My mother used to say I was a control freak. If I didn't get it, then it annoyed me. And what was happening to me wasn't too difficult to grasp. Fact one: I was pregnant by an alien. Fact two: my child had no mother with the possible exception of me and only then it was by semantics. Fact three: my baby girl was going to be coming into the world pretty soon and she needed to have a name waiting for her. Fact four: easier said than done. I heard a giggle float through my mind. Oh yeah, fact five: I seem to be having this strange little girl giggling in my head all the time. I heard another giggle. I was pretty sure that my little girl didn't know exactly what I was thinking but was following the general feeling behind the thoughts and responding to them. I'd found the words didn't make much difference, just the tone. I laughed with my baby for a moment, lost in the simple joy I could feel from her. I'd never felt anything like this...except what I shared with her mother. There was a discordant jolt and I heard the baby cooing at me as if trying to ease a hurt. I'd only know Ah'Len a few days, and she'd gotten me knocked up on our first date, but I didn't hate her. I don't know if I particularly liked her. She did lie to me, telling me what we were doing was just a game. Still I didn't hate her. How could I when the baby was such a bundle of joy? I am sorry that she died, that her death had to be such a senseless one. I shook off such thoughts and gave my girl the mental version of a tickle. Her laughter filled me with love. I couldn't resist any more. She might not understand but I would. The words had been waiting to be said for a while now. Love you. I projected my feelings along with the words. There was quiet for a moment then I felt my love being returned wordlessly and more completely than I could have hoped for.
If there had been anyone in my room they probably would have wondered about the goofy smile that graced my face. Well darling let's get back to business. How's Francesca?
WARNING! Due to a staggering amount of feedback I am writing more for this story. Some things should be cleared up though. 1. I'm not sure about any dates I give so don't quote me. 2. THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT. I'm moving Unexpected forward in the timeline. Since I want the Trip/T'Pol friendship already established and I don't believe Trip would be willing to sacrifice himself if he had a child I'm pushing it up to after episode Shuttle Pod One. That means in my reality Unexpected didn't happen till after Shuttle Pod One. 3. This chapter is written from Trip's pov again but it may switch around. If it does I'll warn you. 4. Thanks to everyone that reviewed. Didn't know if you would and I was very surprised by it. Thanks.
Baby Names
My mother used to tell me about The Great War. No, it wasn't WWIII or even the two other WW's. It was the Baby Name War of 2234, the year I was conceived, and it lasted till 2235, when I was born. Since I was going to be my mother's last child everyone wanted my name to have something to do with him or her. The family practically tore itself apart with backstabbing and mudslinging. My Aunt Margaret even tried a bribe! Now I wouldn't have minded being named Mark but some of them I'm glad I didn't get saddled with -- like Armand after my grandma Amanda or Luthor after my great-great-great grandfather who founded this town don'tcha know? My father was the worst of the bunch. He was stuck on Harmon (I love my father but he has absolutely no taste). He didn't talk to her for three weeks when she told him all out there was no way she was inflicting that name on her child! In fact my mother almost decided to spite them all and name me the most innocuous name she could find: Bob. Not Robert even, but Bob. Glad she didn't go through with that. She figured it would be kind of like cutting off her nose to spite her face. She did get my father though when she named me Charles Tobias Tucker III. Dad never liked his name much. I used to laugh at her story, silently of course, since she is still sore about it to this day. Yet now I find myself envying my mother. My child has no family to argue and vie for the honor of her name since I don't plan on telling them about her till she's safely born and they can't really turn away from her. I have no spouse to argue with either. I wish I had someone to lean on or just plain argue with. I never planned on being a single parent.
It's been a few hours since I left sickbay. Anyone who didn't know me would be shocked at how quickly I've adjusted. If they didn't know me. I've always dealt better in situations that I could understand. Solid facts calm me, make me feel like I've got a grip on things. My mother used to say I was a control freak. If I didn't get it, then it annoyed me. And what was happening to me wasn't too difficult to grasp. Fact one: I was pregnant by an alien. Fact two: my child had no mother with the possible exception of me and only then it was by semantics. Fact three: my baby girl was going to be coming into the world pretty soon and she needed to have a name waiting for her. Fact four: easier said than done. I heard a giggle float through my mind. Oh yeah, fact five: I seem to be having this strange little girl giggling in my head all the time. I heard another giggle. I was pretty sure that my little girl didn't know exactly what I was thinking but was following the general feeling behind the thoughts and responding to them. I'd found the words didn't make much difference, just the tone. I laughed with my baby for a moment, lost in the simple joy I could feel from her. I'd never felt anything like this...except what I shared with her mother. There was a discordant jolt and I heard the baby cooing at me as if trying to ease a hurt. I'd only know Ah'Len a few days, and she'd gotten me knocked up on our first date, but I didn't hate her. I don't know if I particularly liked her. She did lie to me, telling me what we were doing was just a game. Still I didn't hate her. How could I when the baby was such a bundle of joy? I am sorry that she died, that her death had to be such a senseless one. I shook off such thoughts and gave my girl the mental version of a tickle. Her laughter filled me with love. I couldn't resist any more. She might not understand but I would. The words had been waiting to be said for a while now. Love you. I projected my feelings along with the words. There was quiet for a moment then I felt my love being returned wordlessly and more completely than I could have hoped for.
If there had been anyone in my room they probably would have wondered about the goofy smile that graced my face. Well darling let's get back to business. How's Francesca?