Fiona and Alaya :: Book II

by certified-ffffffrabbit

The story of Vastra, Jenny and their growing family through the twentieth century as they face new and old enemies, friends, and everything in between. A few characters are own by BBC or History books. [[ A work in progress ]]

56. Chapter 56 :: The Morning After

The sunrise peeks over the trees in Richmond Park as the red deer stretch and jump with the morning rays two couples sit on the hill watching dawn waking their London.

"Nothing is a beautiful as nature with the vast colours and smells of morning dew." Vastra softly confides to her wife, Jenny, who is leaning on her side who responds with a simple squeeze of their embraced hands.

Alaya is leaning against a tree as her wife, Fiona, sleeps along her chest and in between her legs. She taps her wife awake, putting a finger to her mouth to remain quiet and point to the does dance along the base of the hill. It was magic.

Fiona detests this moment as she whispers, "I am sorry. I must go to work, there is a surgery I must attend."

Mother Vastra silhouette nods as she hears her daughter-in-law whispers. Soon all four are exit Richmond Park and hail the first morning taxi along their walk..

Fiona goes to the locker room to change out of her cricket outfit into her medical uniform. She closes her locker to find Louisa standing at the end of the row.

Louisa smiles and asks, "How are you?"

"I am fine. Actually better than fine." Fiona laughs, "You'll never guess where I was just moments ago?"

"Please tell me."

"We were in Richmond park watching the red deer play in the morning dew."

"What a wonderful site." Louisa contemplates sharing but decides to risk the intimacy, "I woke up to my love in my arms again."

"We are lucky." Fiona becomes sober thinking about the task ahead, "How old is the patient?"

"Nineteen."

"To have cancer so young, with her husband fighting ... " Fiona looks to Louisa for advice, "Once we repair the body how do we help repair a life?"

Louisa pulls her Fiona close, "We do the best we can, but truly it is up to her. A childless life is not an unhappy one."

"It is if all you wanted to be was a mother." Fiona cautiously remarks, "Too many women have little else in life."

"True. How do you tell a woman, who wants nothing more to smells the lilies of the field that her sense of smell is gone? How do you tell help a painter who has lost use of their fingers? How do you assist an athlete who returns from the war an amputee? These are the trials of their lives."

Fiona nods.

It was a difficult surgery for Fiona. She has performed hysterectomies before but never this young. She kept her composure as Louisa and her remove the cancerous ovarian vessels. The two small spheres that should be holding possible future children is dark and black with cancer.

Fiona's throat aches, but reminds herself that they are saving her life. She can have a wonderful life, adopt, or even find pleasure in being an aunt.

She notices Louisa's eyes and offers a muted smile.

"She will live. It is the only solution."

Fiona nods, "I know. Will I ever distance myself from the patient?"

"I hope not." Louisa looks to her stitching, "Assist me in the final stitching."

Fiona quickly goes to work with her needle and surgical thread sewing areas before removing clamps and then turns to her nurse, "Cotton count, please?"

"Twenty-five"

"Thank you." Fiona then uses tiny stitches to close up the flaps of skin.

"Excellent Doctor Flint-Saint Clair." Compliments Louisa. "That is how you distance yourself, by focusing your attention. Allow yourself to be human, sympathetic and even disclose to your family about what you did today. It is times like this you must dig deep and find your physician's soul, the driving force behind your years of education and sacrifice."

Fiona nods.

After everyone cleans up after surgery, Louisa looks at the surgical schedule for the next few days. She picks up the phone, "Mary? Yes, who do you have on call? ... Yes ... perfect. Please have her come in and take off Doctor Flint-Saint Clair off the schedule for the next two days. No, It is my request. No. She has finally reached that moment." Louisa laughs, "I will tell her. Thank you."

She hangs up the phone and looks towards Fiona, "Go home. I will see you in two days."

"Why?"

"You have turned a corner in your career. All great doctors have this moment. Sad to say, many do not."

"What is that?"

"When you become more than your books and education. The moment you become a doctor not by title, but by who you are with every breath."

Fiona smiles and stands taller.

All the nurses pat Fiona on her back, offer handshakes and ever a few hugs.

"Mary says to not let it get to your head."

"How many doctors become more than their training?"

"About one-fourth." Louisa responds in sober tones, "Most become god-like, powerful or even invincible in their minds."

"I feel weaker, as if I could do more." Fiona responds, "But I am limited."

"That my dear is the difference."

Fiona goes back to her locker, grab her clothing and this time to the bicycle rack.

She pedals home as quickly as possible.

She runs upstairs to the Vastra Offices, "Mothers, is my Alaya home?"

Mother Jenny looks at the flushed face, "She is up in the kitchen attempting another desert."

"Please come and let me share with you good news."

All three enter the kitchen to see flour dusting everywhere. "Alaya?"

Alaya turns her head, which is covered with chocolate splashes and white flour speckles, "You are home?"

Fiona rushes over and slides riding the flour into her wife's arms, "I have the rest of the day off and tomorrow."

"What happen..."

Fiona kisses her wife and licks the chocolate off her nose. "I ... became something amazing today." She pulls her wife to sit, "Please mothers, sit."

Fiona takes a deep breath, grabbed her wife's flour cakes hands and told her family of the nineteen-year-old cancer patient. "... I held her ovaries in my hand. They were not soft like tissue but hard like two rocks. The precious organs were dead, they were killing her."

Mother Vastra pulls her wife in close as both needed comfort.

"It pained me, but I dug deep and did the best I could. She will live a long life, like any other woman. But she will not be able to have her own children."

"This is quite a sad story, please get to the amazing part." Begs Alaya.

"Well, that is part of it ..." Fiona explains what Louisa has told her, how the nurses reacted and even the comment by Mary.

The mothers sit back and beam with pride. "Your mother would be pleased," Responds Mother Vastra.

"Are you pleased Mothers?" Fiona looks to them with wanting eyes.

"Yes, of course." Responds Mother Jenny.

"Definitely." Replies Mother Vastra.

Fiona blushed and wonders if they know how much they mean to her. "Since I have all of your attention I would like to discuss something related. I would like to talk about motherhood." Fiona takes a deep breath and looks to Alaya, "I don't want you to have any more injections." Fiona looks to Mother Jenny, "I know Alaya has in passing talked about expanding your family. Do you feel that it would be possible for Mother Vastra to also not receive her injections?"

The kitchen became quiet, so quiet you could hear the chatter of the ground floor tailor business.

"Did I say something wrong?" Fiona starts to tear up. "I am so sorry."

"No, you didn't." Alaya comforts her wife, "Did she?" Looking to her Mothers.

"It is your mother's decision. If I could, I would hatch one right now if she asked." Mother Vastra looks into her wife's eyes. "What do you think?"

"I guess I am scared. It was a painful memory, nothing like I was told or witnesses growing up." Mother Jenny looks into her wife's face with tearful eyes, "I want nothing more than our lives, if that means just our Alaya or more. What do you want? We have talked before but never finalized a decision."

"Do you want to be a mother again?" Alaya asks tenderly, "You would have my support."

Mother Jenny, "That sea-ar-ian ..."

"The medical term is cesarean, but most people call it c-section." Fiona corrects soft tones.

"That cesarean, there isn't much pain?" Mother Jenny asks Fiona.

"You will be in discomfort for around three weeks, at the most. You will not have to go through ... One moment." Fiona gets up, kisses her wife, "Dear why don't you finish your concoction and clean up. I will return in a moment."

Fiona returns in a few minutes with a couple books. She smiles as she sees her wife returning to the interesting desert and smiles.

Fiona sits down and opens her medical books. "This one show how the operation will be step-by-step. See how this is open and the baby's head is not going down the birth canal. Based on the documentation when Alaya's head came through the canal caused the most pain." Fiona points to sketches in her medical book. The mothers look at it with interest. "Please let me know if you have any questions."

Fiona leaves the books open on the table as she goes over to her wife. "How can I assist?"

"Oh, it is almost done. I am just finishing the icing." Alaya pours out of a bowl thick chocolate frosting and spreads it all around.

Fiona grabs a dry towel and starts cleaning the floor. "Hey! It is my mess. I will clean it up." Alaya scolds her wife.

"I want to clean it up, that way we can spend time together." Fiona smiles up at her wife. 'Besides tomorrow I have off, would you be open the cinema or reading an adventure tonight?"

"Alaya steps over her wife and places the finished dessert on the table. Mother Vastra goes to touch the frosting with her finger, Alaya slaps it. "Mother I do not know why you would want another child. Mother Vastra sometimes acts like a hatchling herself." Alaya goes back to the counter, stepping over wife to grab a bowl and spoon. "Here mother, you can lick the bowl. Go ahead and spoil your Silurian appetite."

Mother Vastra scrapes the bowl with her finger and offers her wife a lick. Mother Jenny takes the bait and licks the finger clean.

"Fiona, they are at it again." She looks down to her wife, "This is your fault."

Fiona stands as she finished getting the flour off the floor. "Doot you blame ye half-Silurian. They are your mothers." She comes over to her wife, "Besides what will you do when our children arrive in our lives? Shall I keep our affections behind our bedroom door?"

Alaya laughs and pulls her wife close, "Never." She looks to her mothers, "How long do you think it takes for the bacteria to be potent?"

"We honestly do not know."

Fiona tries to understand, "There might be a chance we might not have a family?"

"It is a possibility. Alaya came as a surprise in our lives. We honestly can't offer you any insight. We just know it is possible." Mother Jenny responds.

Fiona sits down and looks to Mother Vastra, "Your research into the bacteria, is there a more potent time?"

Mother Vastra shakes her head no, "The Silurian body functions are regular, no fluctuations. At least I can see."

Fiona smiles, "The female body changes with ovulation."

"Explain?" Alaya and her mothers all sit down and give Fiona their undivided attention.

"Well, it is about ovulation and temperature. I can tell by my temperature when it is best ... optimal ... " Fiona blushes looking into her wife's eyes.

"Time for egg fertilization." Alaya smiles her answer.

"Yes. Fertilization. Funny how some words I can only talk about privately." She looks to the Mothers, "I am much better with strangers. I need to be open with my family."

"I understand," Mother Jenny calmly pulls her wife close.

Fiona is quiet and grabs her wife's hand. "Pregnancy is technically only possible during the five days ... " Fiona casually discusses the entire process of ovulation and answered many questions.

"I believe there is more research to have. Fiona will you join me in a new study on our family?" Mother Vastra asks with excitement.

"I will do my best, although my free time is limited." Fiona smiles, how can she say no. "Let us plan a schedule tomorrow, write up our goals and possible hypothesis?"

"Excellent." Mother Vastra clasps her hands in excitement.

Fiona looks at the clasps hands 'Vastra clasps her hands in times of extreme excitement. Fiona is the opposite. I wonder if our daughter will follow the pattern.'

"I will have an answer tomorrow at breakfast. Vastra and I have much to discuss." Mother Jenny smiles, "I mean what if it is more human or more Silurian, we need to be prepared."

Everyone nods in agreement.

"That is something we will not know." Mother Vastra pulls her wife in and kisses passionately. "I love you and that is all that should matter."

Later that evening Fiona and Alaya are getting ready for bed. Alaya goes to the dresser to pull out two nightgowns. She feels her wife's arms wrapping around her waist. "I guess I should put these away," as Alaya returns the nightgowns to the drawer she can feel warm kisses on her neck.

"I have been thinking." Fiona bites down on her wife's shoulder blade.

"W... what have you been thinking?" Alaya quickly gets naked and lets her clothing drop. She feels her wife's warm naked body on her scales that are flexing with excitement.

Alaya allows her wife to encourages her to lay on the edge of the bed. Fiona straddled her wife's waist. "I know that your crown is sensitive ... but have you ever taken initiative in pleasing yourself?"

"It is almost impossible. I need the scent on my tongue."

"When I was gone ... I would imagine you near and my body would tremble. I could bring my dreams and imagination alive by simply touching myself. Are you able to bring yourself to climax?"

"I have tried, but without our scent present ... I am sexually dormant."

"For over a year, nothing? No want? No Desire?"

"Oh, I desired. I wanted, but it would end in frustration."

"Why did you have an almost naked picture of me by the bed?"

Alaya grew sad, "I don't want to remember those times."

"I ask because want to know. I realized while I was discussing human female ovulation process ... I don't truly understand my wife biologically. So, please tell me why the picture? Did you know what it would do to me physically and sexually? Does it have the same reaction to you?"

"Yes, I knew what it would do to your body. I wanted you to have pleasure and I was hoping my image would give yourself permission to remember us sexually."

"Oh. It did, my goodness it did." Fiona blushed looking down at her wife's beautiful body. "Even now. Can you feel my body's temperature rising being near you?"

Alaya nods, "Can you feel my body temperature react to your warmth?"

Fiona nods, "Your scales pulsate. Why? When?"

"When I sense danger my scales clamp down. Just like your hairs stand on end when you are scared. Right now, they flex because they are more pliable and sensitive. I feel your emotions, your heat, and touch. Go ahead and pet my stomach."

Fiona takes two fingers and guides them across her abs and watches in amazement how the scales almost part ways with her touch. "It is like tall grass in a field, it opens a path."

Alaya smiles, "I don't feel threatened. The scales protect my body. Your touch is not a threat. Feel my belly button."

Fiona touches the ridge of her wife's belly button ... there are no scales. "Soft, no scales."

"We have not figured that out. We can only assume that a belly button is purely human. The Silurian part of me didn't want to create scales around the umbilical cord ... hence no scales on the belly button." Alaya smiles, "That is one of the few places there are no scales. I am very sensitive."

Fiona doesn't hesitates, slips down along her wife's body and kisses her belly button.

Alaya moans.

Fiona pops her head up at such a human sound.

She goes back down and kisses her wife's soft skinned belly button.

Alaya moans again.

Fiona takes her tongue, enters the small opening and softly licks inside.

Alaya moans with pleasure.

Fiona moves down in between her wife's legs, finds the soft rose pedal-like scales. She kisses softly.

Alaya makes a deep throat clicking sound.

The room's air is slowly filling up with their scent.

Fiona and Alaya take a deep breath in and fill their lungs with the intoxicating scent.

Fiona moves to her wife's side, "Your belly button ... when you touch the soft skin do you feel pleasure?"

"A soft pleasure. Like a warm blanket. But it is not sexual in nature." Alaya smiles, "I would touch my belly button and view your photo to bring me emotional warmth."

"Amazing." Fiona kisses her wife, "Are you able to have sexual pleasure by yourself?"

"I am not. My half-human is limited to my pinks scales, eye color, between my legs, my brain and well the belly button."

"Why have you not sexually requested for more attention?"

"I wouldn't want you to be scared away."

"Why would I be scared?"

"My Silurian side want to pounce. Pounce on you like you were a prey to be eaten."

Fiona blushed, "I am not offended. I like the sound of that."

Alaya sits up, "Are you giving me permission to be more Silurian?"

Fiona looks perplexed, "More Silurian? Have I denied you or held you back?"

"No, I just assumed you ..."

"Yoo better be careful with ye words Alaya. I cood handle what ye bring to the bedroom or what every room ye choose." Fiona's knees up and looks down at her wife. "I am yer wife and I demand you to be yerself. Stop assuming."

Alaya looks up, "I don't want to scare ye ... you away."

Fiona looks devilishly at her wife's brown eyes. "I am not going anywhere. Besides, I have been eating my sandwiches."

Alaya smiles and contemplates her next move. She quickly stands up, pulls her wife off the bed like she was nothing more than a pillow and holds her tight.

Fiona instinctively wraps her legs around her wife.

"I believe we should move to the gymnasium."

Fiona bends backward and grabs a blanket, "Just in case we get cold."

Alaya smiles, "If you must."

Alaya carries her wife and blanket to the gymnasium.

Fiona was ready and knew the moment Alaya tossed her to the matted floor she would finally see her Silurian wife in all its glory.