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Espresso Beans

Posted on Sun Oct 24th, 2021 @ 9:53am by Lieutenant Commander Nimeeh Vixil & Lieutenant Acacia Thomas

Mission: Not All Changes Are Welcome.
Timeline: Backpost

Nim slid the espresso onto the table in front of Acacia before she took a seat across the table from her, blowing softly over the top of her own mug of mocha, shaking her head slightly as she watched the other woman pick up the cup. "You know, I look at that and all I can think of is that baby popping around like a Mexican jumping bean hopped up on caffeine," she said with a laugh.

"What is a Mexican jumping bean?" Acacia asked interested in the bit of human culture, even as she sipped the espresso drink that warmed her hands. The heat of it soothed her in a way she hadn't anticipated she needed.

"It's a little seed pod, usually has insect larva inside it and when it gets warm, it starts kind of bouncing around a little." Nim laughed softly. "I went to Cabo once with some friends while I was in the Academy, there were some smaller villages not far away that were still very traditional. It was fun."

A giggle escaped her at the image that conjured in her head "A little bouncing bean. I love it. " Heaving a sigh, she sipped the espresso with a brief expression of bliss crossing her face "It tastes so much better now that I'm pregnant. Can't look at or smell an egg in anything...but coffee and espresso make me want to..." She blushed, pausing in her words before she embarrassed herself.

Nim laughed softly. "I believe that's quite normal," she replied. "Just don't drink too much of it and you'll be fine. You could try some coffee scented candles too, that might help," she offered, watching the other woman for a moment. "Are you holding up alright?" There was a hint of genuine concern in Nim's voice as she spoke.

"No" she admitted without shame, looking away to stop the welling up of her eyes. She'd cried so much it hurt her face and eyes some times. "I'll manage."

Nim remained silent, instead reaching across the table and resting her hand on Acacia's forearm. It was times like this that she hated Starfleet, hated the way it tore families apart, that it ended relationships. Momentarily her thoughts turned toward Vic and his sudden disappearance. She had no idea where he had gone, she'd heard nothing since, something that still hurt. "Talk to the Captain when we get back to the ship," she urged. "He has a right to know he's going to be a father, regardless of what his current assignment is."

"The problem isn't that. The problem is that he's on some sort of classified mission. For all I know he's dead and no-one thought to tell me." A single tear slid down a raw cheek, making her wince at the sting of salt water. Acacia was convinced, all-be-it maybe a little too convinced that someone was deliberately keeping her from contacting him.

"That doesn't mean he can't be contacted, I'm sure the Captain can do something," Nim reassured. "You just need to ask. Until then," she sighed as she heard the door opening in the other room. "Well, we have this to keep us occupied."

Acacia nodded grimly, as the chime on her wrist went off indicating patients that needed her. Sarcasm touched her tone, and she growled. "Oh, I need to be occupied for sure."

Nim grinned. "Come on," she said as she stood up, offering a hand toward Acacia. "Duty calls."

 

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