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To Belong
There was a crib in a corner of the room, a double bunk in another, a simple metal table in the center and a couch against one of the walls. Nothing fancy but it was her home, it had been for two years now. The coldness of grey walls and artificial lights was alleviated by the toys and closes that were scattered across the floor, the baby bottles and nappies on the table, the papers on the couch… This place was the image of its owners.
She watched as her baby slept, her chest rising with each breath, her little fists curled next to her head. She had been sick and it was the first time in days that her rest was undisturbed by coughing fits. It was good to see her healthy once again, giving toothless smiles to everyone, even strangers. Lee had once told her that he was glad their daughter had not inherited their sense of sociability, she was a trusting little thing and Kara wished she could protect that innocence for as long as possible. Unfortunately she knew that someday, someone would betray her and break her little heart and she fervently hoped that she would still be around to kill the bastard and comfort her child.
It was amazing how becoming a mother could change a person Lee thought while watching his wife hovering over their daughter. She had always been reckless, self-destructing and unsecured. But since Kaelin birth, her behavior was less erratic, she was more careful in the sky and most of all she had stop running when she was scared. Oh she was still the self-assured, foul-mouth pilot he had fell in love with. She still smoked stogies played cards and punched every asshole who was unfortunate enough to cross her path but when shethought that no one was around she would drop her mask and let the soft and tender woman side of herself appear.
He had witness this transformation for the first time on the night he had finally broken down. She had crouched down next to him on the cold floor and not saying anything gathered him in her arms and run her hands up and down his back all the while muttering small non sense in his ear. They had never talked about it afterward as if this small moment of peace would be shattered if they tried to put words on it. Now every single time he watched her breast fed their little girl or tried to put her to sleep by talking about viper maneuvers, was like a small miracle to cherish and keep close to his heart.
They had both tried so hard to be loved and been so hurt in the process that none of them could have imagine that a small cold room aboard a battlestar could contain everything they needed to finally belong to someone, to something.
The End