SQUIRE KELADRY; MOTHER?
Disclaimer: I'm tired. It's bedtime, okay, it's only nine, but I'm getting old like Dom, and I feel like
thinking of a creative way of telling you I don't own it, so guess what? I DON'T OWN IT! Thank
you for believing that I did though you crazy, disillisuional fool :0)9 --LDoQ
ChApTeR fOuRtEeN
`~`Food Poisoning?`~`
Kel awoke the next morning with a jarring start. *Oh Goddess!* She breathed heavily.
*The world is seriously coming to an end!* Clumsily she threw the sheets from her damp sweat
soaked body. Kel stumbled away from her bed, tripping over her own feet. From the floor, Kel
crawled her way toward the privy. With shaking hands Kel fumbled with the door handle. It was
no hope and other things were becoming vastly more important than the privy door being in one
piece. Kel roughly threw her body against the bathroom door. Tears were forming in her eyes
and her right hand was clamped tightly over her mouth. Again she flung her trembling body at the
door. This time her effort was rewarded as the wooden door swung open and hit the opposite
wall. Just in time Kel found a basin. *Damn morning sickness!* Kel cursed, her whole body
shaking in uncontrollable convulsions.
Violently Kel's sore body slumped to the cold stone floor. She reached blindly to the wall
above her and grabbed a towel that was hanging there. Wiping her mouth, Kel thought the
sickness had passed, but obviously, her body decided to prove her shockingly wrong. A whole
new wave of nausea overwhelmed her and it was all but impossible to control her quivering body.
"Okay." She stammered through vomit. "There's nothing left in me, we can stop now."
"Who are you talking to?" Through all her coughing, Kel had never heard Sargent
Domitan enter the room. It must also have been her coughing that had given away her location
when her first entered her rooms. She turned to look at him. Dom jumped, visibly startled. Kel's
skin was pasty, her eyes blood shot, her body trembling from head to toe. Dom knelt beside her
and gently began to affectionately wipe her face with the towel. Admittedly this wasn't an
enjoyable task, but it had to be done, and Dom didn't really mind helping. He looked into her
eyes and tenderly his hand brushed her pale cheek.
"Are you drunk?" He asked. "Do you have a hang over?"
"Gods no!" Kel defended. Controlling her stomach, which was fiercely fighting her.
Dom felt bad for his accusations.
"No. Of course you weren't. I was with you most of yesterday. I'm sorry." Kel nodded
her acceptance.
Dom saw Kel's shaking increase suddenly. Without any warning, Dom's arms engulfed
her in a warm muscular embrace. Slowly his hand traced small circles along the small of her back.
Kel felt safe in Dom's arms, and slowly zoned out.
*She's so small.* Dom thought. *How come I never noticed before?*
Eventually her shaking ceased and Kel felt as if she had regained some form of control.
Well almost. She knew she had no control over Dom's hands. Startled with his closeness, Kel
pulled away.
"Thank you." She murmured shyly. "For comforting me." She went on. "I feel a lot
better now." Dom nodded. "I don't know what was wrong." Kel lied. "I wasn't drunk." Kel
tried to think of an excuse. "I think–maybe it was food poisoning." She hoped that that sounded
believable. She hadn't had time to think of any excuses for when situations like this arose. She
wasn't even close to getting used to the idea that she was pregnant now. Even thinking it now
seemed unbelievable.
"Food poisoning?" Dom repeated almost doubtfully. "From what?" His eyebrows raised
questioningly.
*Geez!* Kel screamed in her head. *Why does he have to question me? Why can't he just
take the excuse and move on?* Kel thought quickly, maybe too quickly because she was about to
get caught in her answer.
"From dinner last night." Kel replied automatically and what she thought was logically. If
at all possible, his eyebrows moved higher on his head, almost disappearing into his disarray of
molasses hair. She couldn't help but notice similarities and differences between him and his meat
headed cousin. Kel smiled hopefully at Dom from her place on the floor.
*Cautiously his lips parted. *How,* he wondered to himself. *Can it be food poisoning?*
He looked intently at her pale face. She looked so different to him lately. And vulnerable. He
longed almost painfully so, to hold her in his arms again, and was extremely startled by this
thought. *Kel's my friend.* He told himself sternly. *Nothing more. It's just your friendship for
her, that makes you want to hold and comfort her. Like a brother.* -+-Oh yeah?-+- Part of him
asked. -+-Then why do you keep looking at her lips and wondering at their softness? Wondering
of their taste?-+- Dom shook his head chasing the thoughts away, but they wouldn't leave.
-+-And only you could find romance and poetry in lips, that just moments aga you cleaned vomit
from.-+- Dom more forcefully chased the thoughts away. *Kel is my -friend-! And if she says that
it was food poisoning that made her sick, well then, I believe her. Eventhough...* her continued.
*I feel perfectly fine, and our meals last night were the exact same.*
Dom nodded. "Okay, we'll just have to be more careful about what you eat from now on.
We don't want you getting sick all the time. Especially in front of those barbaric Scanrans." Kel
smiled. Little did the Sargent know, that Kel really -was- going to have to be more careful about
what kind of food she ingested.
Dom stood and stretched his stiff muscles. Being on the floor next to Kel, in the same
position had made his muscles cramp up. Kel noticed his wince of soreness during the stretch and
decided to comment.
"Oo-oh! Getting old, now are we?" She laughed playfully. Dom extended a hand and
helped haul Kel to her feet as well.
Dom grumbled slightly. "Hey! That wasn't very nice, I'm no older than our dear
Meathead."
Kel laughed again and Dom realized reluctantly that he greatly enjoyed making her laugh.
"Too true." Kel replied. "You're both getting ancient." He too laughed.
"You're getting mean in your old age." Dom retorted.
"I'm not old! I'm only seventeen!"
"Well you called me old."
"Oh but you are." Kel persisted.
"You're only as old as you feel."
"How old do you feel?"
Dom smiled. "Eighteen."
"Mmm–good choice."
"Though," Dom continued. "Sometimes I do feel the age approaching."
"Really?" Kel asked. Then she suddenly got a burst of courage that could have easily
given her secret away. "Are you too old to have children?"
A/N: sorry this is late... me and two of my friends went shopping for prom dresses, and i'll tell you it
was an all day job.... but it was still fun. I hope you enjoy REVIEW~
PEaCE OuT --LDoQ
Disclaimer: I'm tired. It's bedtime, okay, it's only nine, but I'm getting old like Dom, and I feel like
thinking of a creative way of telling you I don't own it, so guess what? I DON'T OWN IT! Thank
you for believing that I did though you crazy, disillisuional fool :0)9 --LDoQ
ChApTeR fOuRtEeN
`~`Food Poisoning?`~`
Kel awoke the next morning with a jarring start. *Oh Goddess!* She breathed heavily.
*The world is seriously coming to an end!* Clumsily she threw the sheets from her damp sweat
soaked body. Kel stumbled away from her bed, tripping over her own feet. From the floor, Kel
crawled her way toward the privy. With shaking hands Kel fumbled with the door handle. It was
no hope and other things were becoming vastly more important than the privy door being in one
piece. Kel roughly threw her body against the bathroom door. Tears were forming in her eyes
and her right hand was clamped tightly over her mouth. Again she flung her trembling body at the
door. This time her effort was rewarded as the wooden door swung open and hit the opposite
wall. Just in time Kel found a basin. *Damn morning sickness!* Kel cursed, her whole body
shaking in uncontrollable convulsions.
Violently Kel's sore body slumped to the cold stone floor. She reached blindly to the wall
above her and grabbed a towel that was hanging there. Wiping her mouth, Kel thought the
sickness had passed, but obviously, her body decided to prove her shockingly wrong. A whole
new wave of nausea overwhelmed her and it was all but impossible to control her quivering body.
"Okay." She stammered through vomit. "There's nothing left in me, we can stop now."
"Who are you talking to?" Through all her coughing, Kel had never heard Sargent
Domitan enter the room. It must also have been her coughing that had given away her location
when her first entered her rooms. She turned to look at him. Dom jumped, visibly startled. Kel's
skin was pasty, her eyes blood shot, her body trembling from head to toe. Dom knelt beside her
and gently began to affectionately wipe her face with the towel. Admittedly this wasn't an
enjoyable task, but it had to be done, and Dom didn't really mind helping. He looked into her
eyes and tenderly his hand brushed her pale cheek.
"Are you drunk?" He asked. "Do you have a hang over?"
"Gods no!" Kel defended. Controlling her stomach, which was fiercely fighting her.
Dom felt bad for his accusations.
"No. Of course you weren't. I was with you most of yesterday. I'm sorry." Kel nodded
her acceptance.
Dom saw Kel's shaking increase suddenly. Without any warning, Dom's arms engulfed
her in a warm muscular embrace. Slowly his hand traced small circles along the small of her back.
Kel felt safe in Dom's arms, and slowly zoned out.
*She's so small.* Dom thought. *How come I never noticed before?*
Eventually her shaking ceased and Kel felt as if she had regained some form of control.
Well almost. She knew she had no control over Dom's hands. Startled with his closeness, Kel
pulled away.
"Thank you." She murmured shyly. "For comforting me." She went on. "I feel a lot
better now." Dom nodded. "I don't know what was wrong." Kel lied. "I wasn't drunk." Kel
tried to think of an excuse. "I think–maybe it was food poisoning." She hoped that that sounded
believable. She hadn't had time to think of any excuses for when situations like this arose. She
wasn't even close to getting used to the idea that she was pregnant now. Even thinking it now
seemed unbelievable.
"Food poisoning?" Dom repeated almost doubtfully. "From what?" His eyebrows raised
questioningly.
*Geez!* Kel screamed in her head. *Why does he have to question me? Why can't he just
take the excuse and move on?* Kel thought quickly, maybe too quickly because she was about to
get caught in her answer.
"From dinner last night." Kel replied automatically and what she thought was logically. If
at all possible, his eyebrows moved higher on his head, almost disappearing into his disarray of
molasses hair. She couldn't help but notice similarities and differences between him and his meat
headed cousin. Kel smiled hopefully at Dom from her place on the floor.
*Cautiously his lips parted. *How,* he wondered to himself. *Can it be food poisoning?*
He looked intently at her pale face. She looked so different to him lately. And vulnerable. He
longed almost painfully so, to hold her in his arms again, and was extremely startled by this
thought. *Kel's my friend.* He told himself sternly. *Nothing more. It's just your friendship for
her, that makes you want to hold and comfort her. Like a brother.* -+-Oh yeah?-+- Part of him
asked. -+-Then why do you keep looking at her lips and wondering at their softness? Wondering
of their taste?-+- Dom shook his head chasing the thoughts away, but they wouldn't leave.
-+-And only you could find romance and poetry in lips, that just moments aga you cleaned vomit
from.-+- Dom more forcefully chased the thoughts away. *Kel is my -friend-! And if she says that
it was food poisoning that made her sick, well then, I believe her. Eventhough...* her continued.
*I feel perfectly fine, and our meals last night were the exact same.*
Dom nodded. "Okay, we'll just have to be more careful about what you eat from now on.
We don't want you getting sick all the time. Especially in front of those barbaric Scanrans." Kel
smiled. Little did the Sargent know, that Kel really -was- going to have to be more careful about
what kind of food she ingested.
Dom stood and stretched his stiff muscles. Being on the floor next to Kel, in the same
position had made his muscles cramp up. Kel noticed his wince of soreness during the stretch and
decided to comment.
"Oo-oh! Getting old, now are we?" She laughed playfully. Dom extended a hand and
helped haul Kel to her feet as well.
Dom grumbled slightly. "Hey! That wasn't very nice, I'm no older than our dear
Meathead."
Kel laughed again and Dom realized reluctantly that he greatly enjoyed making her laugh.
"Too true." Kel replied. "You're both getting ancient." He too laughed.
"You're getting mean in your old age." Dom retorted.
"I'm not old! I'm only seventeen!"
"Well you called me old."
"Oh but you are." Kel persisted.
"You're only as old as you feel."
"How old do you feel?"
Dom smiled. "Eighteen."
"Mmm–good choice."
"Though," Dom continued. "Sometimes I do feel the age approaching."
"Really?" Kel asked. Then she suddenly got a burst of courage that could have easily
given her secret away. "Are you too old to have children?"
A/N: sorry this is late... me and two of my friends went shopping for prom dresses, and i'll tell you it
was an all day job.... but it was still fun. I hope you enjoy REVIEW~
PEaCE OuT --LDoQ