Well this is the third chapter of "Emily"
Please enjoy and riveiw!
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Trip was sound asleep when his alarm went off. Damn, 0600 already. He thought angrily. He saw that he had gotten some messages from some of his fellow crewmates. He opened the one from T'Pol first.
Tucker-
Your current condition was not unexpected, but, in my own view, inevitable. I am surprised that I did not see it coming. I wish you the best of luck on your upcoming parenthood. It will be quite intriguing.
T'Pol
Trip could feel the rage building up inside of him more and more. That woman! Damn her straight to the bowels of hell for all eternity and more!
He moved on to the next letter, hoping that it would be more sympathetic to his situation.
Trip-
I know I don't really know you that well, but when the captain told me about your predicament I was surprised, then amused (I'm sorry, but you have to admit that it really is pretty funny.) and I would really like to help you. So if you need anything, anything at all, just ask.
Good luck!
Hoshi
He smiled at Hoshi's letter of encouragement, he was really glad he had someone to depend on other than Jon and Phlox. He moved on to the next letter with a smile on his face.
Commander Tucker-
The Captain suggested that we write letters to you about what happened. (Well that explains a lot, thought Trip.). I don't really know what to say in this kind of circumstance but I really hope the best for you and your child.
-Lieutenant Malcolm Reed
Trip actually laughed at this letter just because he didn't know that a person could actually be that stiff. He moved on to the next letter intensively glad that he had read T'Pol's letter first.
Commander Tucker-
I don't really know what to say, but Hoshi helped me some. I really hope that every thing goes alright for you and your child. I'm sure that everything will go fine but I think that some encouragement will help.
-Travis
P.S. Some good names if you're looking for some are, Emily or Edward. Their initials would be ET!
Trip laughed at the post script and thought that Emily was a good name. He got up and started striping as he walked to the shower. When he got in front of the mirror he marveled at the softball sized lump on his side. His daughter was right there, so close to the skin that he could almost make out her outline. He gently stroked the mound and felt her respond by squirming slightly. A huge smile broke over his face at her movement. His gaze moved down to the nipples on his wrist. He scowled at what an inconvenient position they were at. After his shower he felt really hungry. Throwing on some pants and the oversized shirt from yesterday he made his way to the mess hall.
"Man, I'm hungry! I fell like I haven't eaten anything for a week! Hey, cook, what do you have for food in there?"
"Some beef stew, a meatloaf, and some chef's salad."
"What about for deserts?"
"Pudding and some ice-cream."
"Give me some stew and ice-cream."
Trip took his food and went to where he saw Hoshi and Travis.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked.
"No, no, by all means." Hoshi said quickly.
He sat down ready to eat his food when he stopped and looked at the two dishes for a minute. Then all of a sudden he took the ice-cream and dumped it on his stew, mixed them together and started eating.
"Mmmmmm." Trip said contentedly.
Hoshi and Travis stared at him with horrified looks on their faces.
"What? What is it?" he asked, confused.
"You put ice-cream on top of your stew, Trip." Hoshi said, obviously disgusted.
He stopped eating and looked at his dish for a moment, shrugged and continued eating.
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A/N: well what did you think?
Should I jump ahead to the next check-up or do some romantic interlude with one of the characters – T'Pol, Hoshi?
Jump ahead to the birth, or in-between installments?
Please tell me. Please!
