A meeting with the First Mate

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

As Kitt retold her experiences the Givin nodded and took notes on his datapad. Then she finally asked if they were done, and the Givin looked over at Flint.

"Captain, can you step outside for just a moment?" He asked and Flint looked at him strangely for a second. He wasn't used to being told what to do by his crew, but thoughts came to him quickly like 'Dr-Patient Confidentiality' and letting his crew handle the business they needed to. In this case it was letting the doctor do his job.

"I-" He still hesitated, looking over at Kitt. "Sure. I'll be just outside if you need me." He said and began to wander out. He'd close the door behind him unless Kitt told him to stay. Dr Drusil would say he wanted to respect Kitt's confidentiality, but give the news if Kitt preferred. Otherwise he'd proceed once the door was closed, and Flint was out of earshot.

"Well Ms. Solo without running any tests I don't believe that you have any viruses or anything. I believe the nausea is morning sickness, and that hunger and exhaustion is because you're expecting."

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

Eyes followed Flint as he left, until the door was closed. Then, she braced herself for a bunch of health mumbo jumbo. Eyes were ready to roll. Attention was half on the doctor and half on yelling at Flint later until the giving spoke one word.

Expecting.

Myrtle-ellipses snapped to the doctor. Mouth dropped. Eyes widened. She froze, no longer the anxious predator in the cage but a frightened doe.

"Ww - hat? But that's...impossible. I've been careful. And I would've felt....." Mouth opened, closed. Then opened again, like a mon cal on dry land. "You're saying I'm pregnant?"

Maybe she was just being crazy and hadn't heard right. "And if that's what you're saying and I haven't lost my mind I'll do any test to make sure."

But if you're wrong, I'm going to smack that face so hard. It was left unsaid.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Perhaps it was his skeletal face, or perhaps it was his years of service, but Dr. Drusil didn't seem to show any reaction to Kitt's surprise or outburst. As she mentioned she wasn't planning he expected she'd want to test it, and thus began fiddling with his datapad, disconnecting what appeared to be a small pen on the side. Pushing his jacket a bit farther away from his torso he went for the jacket's inside pocket.

"I do not have the fastest tests in the galaxy, but with a blood sample we can get a result in a matter of hours." Drusil said as he pulled out a small container, opening it up to show some disinfectant wipes, a small bacta patch, and another smaller container.

"If I could see your finger for a moment." The Givin said and first wiped it with disinfectant, then took the smaller container and mounted a new needle on the pen. "This'll only hurt a second." A prick would be felt as blood was extracted, before the bacta patch was applied to her finger.

"I'll take this to the lab and run a test. It'll probably take around four hours, I can send you an email with the results or you can drop by." The Givin would say as he stood, getting Kitt's preference in communication before bidding the mechanic adieu and heading to the lab. Flint walk back in shortly.

"So, I'm sorry." He said, head hung a little lower than usual. "Are you alright?"

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

For obvious reasons, the veteran Corellian preferred email. She sunk back into the chair, letting a hand cover her eyes. A little too quickly, Flint came back in. Hand came down and she sat up a bit straighter, trying to wipe that baby-mynock in the ship lights look off her face.

"Yeah, yeah," she waved her hand as she could dismiss his worries. "And I'm not mad that you sleep-emailed the doc to come. I'm mad because you didn't tell me about it."

She sighed and stood up, physically keeping a worried hand from drifting to her stomach.

"But I understand that you didn't think you actually did it. I mean Flint. This means you might have a sleep disorder or something." She managed a small smile. "So....what are we doing for the rest of our day off?"

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

She said she was okay, but her face spoke differently. Flint wanted to press, but decided it better not too. They were close, he didn't think Kitt would try to keep secrets from him after the honesty in revealing she was a Force User. She probably just needed some time.

Mad because I didn't tell you?

"I heard a rumor that the flight techs in the hanger bay made some games where they toss a disc around or hit a ball over a net when they pilots are out, could see what that's about. Or we could shoot a few rounds at the range. Maybe try to stream a holoflic. Whatcha in the mood for?"

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

Standing, she tried to keep the look of distraction off her face. "All of that sounds great. Maybe a game and then some holo-time. I think I really need some downtime today." Grabbing her comm off the desk, she slipped it inside the pocket of her Corellian jacket, shrugging on the worn-leather material.

Coming along Flint's side, she looped an arm through his.

"Maybe we should stop by the cantina to pick up some snacks?" Chestnut-brows waggled as she looked up at him.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

As Flint headed out the door he found an arm wrapped around him. A proper gentleman he was, at least for today.

"Yeah, we'll get you some snacks." Flint said with a little grin, though he was still curious as to what Dr. Drusil said. They headed over, Flint enjoying the time off but at the same time having slight aggravations here and there as he saw things that needed to be done. He tried to put his mind at ease, but little things here and there stuck in the back of his head. At the Cantina they'd pick up some bags of nuts, chips, crackers, and other such snacky things all mixed together. Flint took a little as they headed to the hanger bay, but Kitt's seemed to disappear while he wasn't looking. Deciding he'd be stress free for at least a day he put it out of his mind, as they reached the hanger bay. There was a bit of a freeze as the technicians realized they were being watched by the Captain and the Chief of Engineering.

"Lox, you're captain. I pick Kitt first." He said, and the trandoshan looked a little confused, then smiled.

"I pick Volour." He said, and the two continued until they had a team.

Ultimate-Discing was on.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

She lightly elbowed Flint in the ribs. "Good things you got me, babe. Lox knows I'm an ace." She winked at her captain, now in many senses, and jogged off to line up on the 'field.' For now, she could forget about the whole baby-thing.

She needed a moment longer to be selfish. Just a small one.

Eyeing the field, she knew the other team had an unfair advantage with the wookie, Clark. Clark could defend anything. But his catches were trash. So maybe, they would have a chance. Gripping the metal disc, she raised her hand, grinning stupidly at Flint, before turning back to the field.

"Everyone got who they're guarding?" There were grumbles of yeses. No one wanted to guard Clark but Volour got the short end of the stick. "Don't worry. We'll get the turn-over. And when we do, I'll drop back to handle with you, Volour." Without further delay, she threw off.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

As Kitt threw off Flint ran down the hanger bay, covering Lox's scaly trandoshan self. He wasn't the quickest, but he had a reputation of being a brute. Not necessarily dirty, but not afraid to bow out on somebody. Raising a hand to show to throw to him one of his teammates tossed the disc while Flint was at his right. The disc was heading over Flint's head prompting him to jump, but the Trandoshan jumped and lead his body to the side, pushing Flint just enough out of the way for a catch.

"So it's like that hunh?" Flint said to the Trandoshan as he flipped the disc down the hanger.

"Maybe the Captain would be sssafer on the bridge?" The Trandoshan joked.

"We'll see about that Lox." Flint replied as he ran up the hanger, keeping an eye on the reptile as he ran.


While Tahira and Flint were tossing the disc Kitt would eventually get that email confirming she was in her first trimester, and asking if she'd want to come by and talk about how to proceed.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

She tried not to let herself get distracted by Flint. The man had moves. Good thing she was too competitive to stare at his butt for long. Muscles burned as she sprinted to intercept the throw from Lox. She happened to be in the right place. Maybe Lox hadn't seen her behind his teammate or thought she wouldn't be fast enough.

Pushing off her toes, she let her body fly horizontally above the deck playing, hand reaching for the disc. It was only when she was airborn that she realized this might not be the best thing to do. With a potential baby. Her body smacked and slid across the flooring. Adrenaline kept her from feeling any pain, as her fingers slid around the edge of the disc.

Getting to her feet, she spotted down the hangar for an opening and hammered the disc. It was definitely near Flint. As was her comm on the sidelines that gave off a resounding beep of an incoming message.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Man, Kitt was really into the game. Flint understood being competitive, jumping for the disc and all that, but perhaps not on a durasteel hangerbay floor. The side of her body hit the floor and even slid a bit, probably causing a little bit of a burn. Kitt had been through far worse, but Flint still flinched a little as he saw it. One never enjoyed seeing a loved one in pain, no matter how tough they were. Clarke went over to see if she was okay but she popped up just chucked the disc, putting some good air under it. Concerned for the chief mechanic Lox had gotten a little out of position, and Flint had nothing but hangerbay in front of him. Running back, back and more back he raised up an arm just in time to catch the disc, took his three steps and scored.

The girl set him up good.

With a smile he waited as people got into position for him to launch to the other team. He heard a chirp from nearby, sounded like from Kitt's comm. He considered telling her she had a message, but it was their day off. It could wait until after the game. Throwing the disc across the bay he ran back down to position, passing Kitt as he did so.

"Good throw Kitt." he said as he headed by, giving her body a couple glances to make sure it was okay. She looked fine, a little bruised up maybe, but he wondered if something was on her mind. Hopefully the game would get her to relax.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

Gemma scored the last point of the game. That girl always had good reflexes. "WHOO!" Kitt yelled. They won 15 - 13. Just barely. A hand came up to wipe across her brow. She was sweaty and hot but felt amazing. She high-fived the other team.

"Good game, Lox."

She jogged over to Flint. "Good game, Captain." Grinning, she slapped him on the butt and then drew him in for a sweaty kiss. She didn't care. She pulled back slowly and then plopped herself on the plating floor. The could feel the bruise on her hips from earlier. But so worth it. She picked up the comm, her easy-going look suddenly froze as she read the screen.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

A slap on the butt, a pull on his back, a raise of some toes, and sweat-covered cheeks were just millimeters away as their lips locked for a kiss. She pulled away slowly, the crew giving looks and smiles as their captain and chief enjoyed a moment before scattering. Uncaring the woman took a seat on the floor and went through her bag, scooping up her comm. Flint took a seat next to her and pulled out a water bottle and popped the top before handing it to her and pulling out another. He had some snacks hidden in there too, but those would come later. Opening his own bottle before raising it and taking a drink he looked over towards his first mate and saw a woman that looked shocked.

"Kitt, is everything okay?" He asked.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

Gripping the water Flint offered, she took a steadying drink. She didn't answer him right away, eyes reading and then re-reading the doc's message. She heard Flint's voice. His question. And she felt like she was going to pass out.

"No. Yes. I mean, I don't know."

Eyes began to sting and brim with tears.

Gorrammit.

The heel of her palm rubbed against the base of her eyes. She looked around. They were mostly alone with just some maintenance droids nearby. "Flint....I...," voice hitched. "Feth these emotions," she cursed. "We're...," she fumbled with her words. "I'm pregnant. Unless the doc is a total crackpot. I'm pregnant."

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Tears started to come, and an arm stretched over her shoulder. She struggled to piece together the words, until that hammer of a word dropped down.

Pregnant.

There was of course, a chance thar Drusil was a crock. Not many would choose a vagabond, freedom fighter life, but the chances of him messing that up were slim.

"That's exciting." He said, but it wasn't the only word that popped into his mind. Terrifying was another, Flint didn't know the first thing about being a father. And a star destroyer wasn't exactly a place to raise a child.

"I mean, that's wonderful." Flint said after a moment of thought. He couldn't afford to be scared. Not right now. She needed some stability. Or at least some strength.

"Kitt, I- I love you. And we'll figure this out."

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

Twisting at the waist, she buried her head in Flint's shoulder. Arms came up to embrace him. But really he was holding her up. She sniffed against his shirt. He was excited. Maybe? Being an empath karking sucked right now.

"I love you too but I..."

Hard for the tough as nails Corellian to admit.

"I'm terrified. I'm not ready for this." She blubbered against him. She could collect bounties and take on Sith Lords but being a mom? Raising a kid in this crazy verse. It sent shivers up her spine. Her grip tightened around Flint.

But she had him, right?

What if he left her? Like how close he did when he found out she was a force user. Could that happen again? What if they didn't get along? What if she drove him away with hormones? Whatifwhatifwhatif....

"What if we fight too much? Do you even want this, Flint?" Tear streaked face lifted from his shirt and looked up into his face.

She thought of what happened to Andra and shivered.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Having a jedi master girlfriend was a learning experience. Flint wasn't the keenest on tbe Force in general, and even though he was coming around it still meant there were certain things that were different. Like she could read his mind if she wanted to. She wouldn't, and he trusted her not to, but she could feel his emotions. That wasn't something she could turn off, so there was no point in sugar-coating anything.

"It's scary. It scares me Kitt. I don't know if I can be a good father, and the timing isn't what I had in mind. But having a child? Has been on my mind." He said as he held her tight. Keeping her up, keeping her supported.

"I don't know if I'm ready yet, and I don't know that we'll always see eye to eye, but I want you. I want to be a part of her life. His life. And we'll?" He let out a deep breath.

"I guess we'll baby proof a star destroyer."

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

She laughed. "Baby proof a Star destroyer. Impossible." She managed a grin and lifted her head, pushing away any remaining tears from her already sweaty face. She shifted to lean into his side, head resting against the top of his shoulder. Myrtle-ellipses stared at the vast expanse of the hangar: droids, a few people, ships.

She didn't really focus on anything, her awareness keyed in on Flint's arm around her.

"This wasn't the timing I wanted either. I was really careful. I guess we fall into that one percent category and the reason why they still use warning labels." A small smirk. There was so much she wanted to do and a child kinda cut off those plans. Put them on hold. But it was also exciting and scary.

But she didn't really know how she felt about any of this. It would take time. To adjust.

She nudged him lightly in the shoulder, after awhile. "Just promise me you won't be one of those," she almost said the word husband but didn't, "boyfriends who hovers around me like I'm a sandstone doll about to break. I'm not a grandma or an invalid. Got it?"

She doubted Flint could make that promise but it was worth teasing and prodding him.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Flint chuckles for a moment.

"Are you kidding? I still need you to fix the pressure seals on Hanger Bay C and recalibrate the rings on Hellbore 7. You're not getting out of repairs that easily." Flint said and gave her a squeeze. It was lighthearted, but there was still a lot to be done, and in the next six or seven or eight months or so they'd need to train someone to take Kitt's place for a little while. Much as he hated to admit Flint couldn't afford to lose Kitt right now. Not that he'd try to put her out of work all day anyways. She was the independent sort, and Flint hopes between the two of them she'd only have to give that up for a teeny little while.

"So . . . " he hesitated for a second, not sure where to go next.

"I think she's a girl. What do you think of the name Tahira?" He didn't any special Force powers or medical knowledge, he was just making a guess.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

Eyes rolled as her lips twitched into a playful grin. Face snapped up to him. "Oh really? Adding to my list, I see. I'll need to contact labor relations before you start taking advantage of me."

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"A girl?" Chestnut-brows lofted. A little quieter, "I'm not sure." She was referring to the name and the sex of the baby. "Tahira...might be a little too painful still."

She forced a small smile.

"But I'm betting it's a boy, so it doesn't really matter." Eyes held a hint of playfulness in them. "What about boy names. Got any for him?"

Her gaze tilted down to her stomach. Still flat. Wouldn't be for long.