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[After this.]

They check and re-check that Ace is comfortably settled in before returning to their own bunk. Wash scoots down the ladder first, hopping down each rung on his left foot, hands tight around the frame.

He's gotten good at it over the past six months.

Once he's reached the floor, he makes a beeline for the sink, fiddling with the latch a bit before pulling it out and switching on the faucet.

And then he just lets it run; and, after a moment, scoops up a handful of water to dash across his face.

Date: 2006-04-18 05:26 am (UTC)
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Zoe climbs down a lot slower than she used to; careful, her grip on every rung secure before she moves her foot.

She hasn't ever slipped on this ladder. But why take unneccessary risks?

Once down, she sinks onto the end of the bed, swinging her feet up to take her boots of instead of bending down.

Eventually, she speaks.

"Think she'll be okay?"

Date: 2006-04-18 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There's a pause that's longer because Zoe can't get up as quickly.

And then her hip and shoulder bump against his back--she's twisted to the side some, to get closer to him than her belly would allow otherwise--and one arm wraps around his shoulders.

Date: 2006-04-18 05:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Zoe lets out a humorless laugh.

Then, leaning her head against the back of his, "Are you gonna be okay?"

Date: 2006-04-18 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Zoe nods, her hair falling forward to brush his cheek, and holds him quietly.


Date: 2006-04-18 06:21 am (UTC)
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Zoe grunts, then pulls away gently, moving back towards the bed, smiling faintly.

"Well, at least someone here ain't got a care in the 'verse."

And I aim to keep it that way as long as possible.

Date: 2006-04-20 01:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Zoe swats his hand playfully, then scoots a bit closer, leaning against him.

"Takin' after her daddy already."

Date: 2006-04-20 02:00 am (UTC)
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Dryly, "Ha. Wouldn't go that far yet. Could be she'll be able t' beat you up when she gets big."

Date: 2006-04-20 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Zoe shakes her head, laughing.

That is, until she stops laughing abruptly, sitting bolt upright, one hand going to her stomach.


Date: 2006-04-20 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

The moment passes, and Zoe's hand drops away.

"Uh. Don't guess you've ever heard me or Simon mention Braxton-Hicks contractions, huh?"

Date: 2006-04-20 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"...In plain English, fake ones." She lays a hand over his, squeezing. "Nothin' t' panic about, honey."

Date: 2006-04-20 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Zoe snorts, but pats his hair sympathetically.

"Hey, I'm the one who just had the damn thing."

Date: 2006-04-20 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Zoe's free hand rubs her stomach again.

"Yeah. Little shaken up, but...yeah."

Date: 2006-04-20 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Oh, good. So glad my third-trimester pregnancy makes for a good alarm clock."

Zoe's tone is dry, but she's smiling as she leans into him.

Date: 2006-04-20 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Zoe settles for poking him in the side before slipping her arms around him as well, tucking her head against his shoulder.

It's been a wacky fun-filled evening.


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