Kaz (kazbaby) wrote,

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Fic: A Time To Be Born

Author's Notes: Written for TF's Guess The Author with the intention of trying to stump folks because it's not my usual style. It's shippy. *vbg* With the exception of lizamanynames (lucky freaking guess!), I pretty much stumped the lot of them and had a blast reading the guesses. A big thank you to Sarahjane once more for being my beta and letting me hound her with questions and comments after she'd sent the story back to me. Any other mistakes are my own. So all feedback is of course welcome.
Setting: 13 years after Peacekeeper Wars.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was we'd have a Farscape channel.

A Time To Be Born

They sat on the bed facing the double glass doors that were swung wide open, giving access to the balcony and a view to the ocean. In the afternoon light it appeared as if the planet’s blue and teal rings dipped down to meet the water. The breeze sweeping in was sweet, reminding John of honeysuckle and roses as his hands gently massaged her neck and shoulders.

The first time he’d stepped from their transport, the sight immediately drew his attention, and he couldn’t help the smile that emerged. He’d seen a lot over of the cycles. Too much if you asked him at the right moment, but now it left John with the relief that that there were still some things that could give him the old sense of wonderment.

He’d stood there transfixed for several microts until Aeryn had given him a pat on the back and told him that the physicians were waiting for them. She’d pointed to where D’Argo had run ahead impatient and ready to explore the gardens that Pilot had shown them earlier in the day.

It felt right reliving that feeling now, on this of all particular days. This day that would see the birth of their second child as well as his rebirth.

An elbow nudged him in the stomach – hard.

“Watch it, any lower and you can forget about anymore kids,” he chastised jokingly.

“That spot’s sensitive.”

“So I noticed.” He added a smidgeon of pressure, this time instead of a deadly elbow, he received a low moan. “That better?”

“Yes.” Her fingers began drumming softly against her protruding belly.

She was edgy. They were both were, had been for days, but their decision had been made together. If they were going to continue to grow as a family, John wanted to make sure that he was there for her.

For all of them.

“Can you please stop fidgeting? You’re makin’ me nervous.”

“Sorry, but I can’t help it.”

“Yeah, I get it, but the doctor should be in here soon so we should just try and relax.”

Not saying anything, Aeryn pushed away from him, edging herself off the bed after several microts and began walking around the room, looking at the mural that adorned all four walls, and ending at the balcony doors when John reminded her that she was doing it again.

“What,” she looked back at him, “I’m not fidgeting. The baby is kicking worse than D’Argo did at this stage.”

Turning back to the view, she heard the sound of water lapping gently at the sides of the building. Her hands rose to rest on the front of her stomach. Going to her, John wrapped his sleeveless arms around her waist, resting his hands on top of hers, leaning his chin in the hollow of her shoulder.

“Big difference between this little one’s birth and D’s, isn’t there,” he mummered, weaving their fingers together.

“Mmmm… I think she’s going to be larger too.”

“You’re still positive we’re having a girl this time.” He smiled at the little bet going on between them. It didn’t matter to him, but he enjoyed teasing his wife at her insistence on calling the baby ‘she’.

There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice when she answered after a second. “Well, I was sure D’Argo was going to be female too.”

He smiled, nuzzling the edge of her cheek with his nose. “Don’t tell him that - boy will get a complex.”

“It’s a bit late, I’m afraid, I mentioned it to him a few solar days ago. He made that face, the one that reminds me of a Vorc.”

“Lassie or Teriyaki?”

“The latter.”

“I’m sure we’ll be seeing both versions a lot more when it comes to him having diaper duty so his ‘rents can get some sleep.”

Aeryn sighed and they both fell into silence, comfortable in their intimacy with the absence of any other patients in the room.

“You’re hands are shaking.” Her voice, soft and low, broke the quiet of the room. “You’re worried.”

“Well, I’m about to be a daddy again after thirteen cycles, but you’ve got the hard part. I get to just stand there and play cheerleader this time.”

Aeryn turned her head to see his face. “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.”

John shrugged. “I know. I’m trying not to think about it. I’ve, scratch that, we made the decision when we found out you were pregnant. After I’m sure you and the baby are fine, it’ll be my turn.”

“You know you’re taking a risk.” Her fear edged out with the words, making them sharper than she intended. She gave him a pat on the hand.

“Very minimal, Aeryn, I’m nervous because of the chance of it not working.”

“But it’s still there.” She stepped away and turned to face him. “I’ve told the surgeon not to begin until I’m with you in the room.”

John reached out to her. “I know.” Taking her hand, he led her back to the bed. "Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Re-fluffing the pillows, he hopped on the bed and scooted all the way to the headrest, and patted the bed between his legs. He held her gently as she readjusted her body to lean back against him. “Might as well enjoy being in bed alone for the time we’ve got because it’ll be quite a while before we get any time to ourselves.”

“I was thinking…”


“Why stop at three?”

“You’re either joking or someone slipped you a mickey when I was goofing with D’Argo outside.” He looked down just as Aeryn glanced up and saw her biting her bottom lip to keep from smiling. “Thought so, how’s ‘bout we just take it one kid at a time. We’ve still got some warranty mileage on D just yet.”

He whispered a kiss on the top of her head as she chuckled. “Now though – we have that option. I’ve been wondering - with me being close to fifty, after the docs are through I’m going to be what on the Sebacean scale?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, our ages aren’t that different. At least I don’t think they are. What are you?”

Aeryn leaned her weight on his thighs as she sat up and turned to him. “What in the frell are you going on about?”

“Sebacean longevity,” he explained. “About where are you along the lifespan?”


He watched her for a moment, as she thought out loud.

“I guess you’d say that you could say around adolescence.”

Laughing, he pulled her back, nuzzling her neck. “Great, I’ll be a rutting teenage boy again. No wonder I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

“That would explain a lot of things.”

“You know, speaking of teenage boys, it’s a good thing we have to be here overnight though. When I dropped off D’Argo, I saw him watching a couple of the nurses.”

“We’ve already had that talk with him.”

“I know. I’m just thinking that if we’d let him fly the pod back to Moya…”

“…Pilot would be sending DRDs to keep an eye on him…”

“…I think that Moya and Pilot have been through enough emotional trauma in their life, they don’t need to know what a teenage boy does in privacy after seeing…”

They were interrupted by the door to their room opening and three people entering, their surgeons and nurse.

“Mr. and Mrs. Sun-Crichton, everything is prepared in the adjoining rooms so we can begin whenever you’re ready.”

John scooted out from behind Aeryn and helped her up. “We’re more than ready,” he answered with a smile. “I have a promise to keep to this lovely lady.”

Aeryn took his hand, squeezing it as they made their way hand in hand to the birthing room. “What promise was that, John?”

Leaning over, his lips brushing against hers. “That I’d never leave you.”

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