Today had been Xena's last day of full duty. Despite her assurances to Dr. Kori, she was placed on maternity leave. The only adverse affects of Xena's pregnancy were the fact that she slept longer than Nietzschean norms and that she was always hungry.
It was the hunger which drove her to paw through the Quads kitchen cupboards for something quick to eat. So involved in her search was she that she almost did not see and hear Tyr as he returned.
Xena looked up from her rummaging and saw him casually leaning against the door frame, and watching her with marked interest.
“I was going to make some blueberry pancakes and sausage, but I can't seem to find the pancake mix. I think Amanda moved it again.” she said to no one in particular, as she slammed the door in disgust.
“Hello Xena.” Tyr whispered.
“Hi Tyr.”
“How are you?” he asked.
“Tired and hungry or hungry and tired. And I'm still angry at you by the way. ” she replied, as she turned to face him.
To Tyr, it was hard to take Xena seriously She had doffed her Starfleet issue maternity uniform and was and now dressed in a pair of shorts and an oversized pink t-shirt. She had loosed her hair and it hung down past her shoulders, accentuating her bright blue eyes. Except for her belly, she looked like an innocent little girl. However, a pregnant Nietzschean female was nothing to toy with.
“If you don't mind, I'd like to go back to my suite and chill. You can come if you want.” Xena said, as she grabbed a bottle of Promethian Spice water and a couple of mugs, and walked past him.
“At least she is not tossing me out.” Tyr thought, as he followed.
Once inside her suite she opened the bottle of water, poured some in a mug and took a long drink. She then sat back and reclined in her “Mamma Bear Chair ”, and nearly forgot about her “visitor”.
Tyr smiled himself because he knew she was spiraling towards the Land Of Nod, and quickly.
“Xena.” he whispered.
“Yo.” she said as she squinted open her eyes with annoyance.
“I've brought you something.” he said. Xena's eyes were wide open now. . . . . .
“Telling a woman you have something for her, is like telling a child you've bought them a new toy. They immediately want to know what it is.” Barbarossa would say. True to his word, Xena was focused on Tyr like a photon torpedo targeting system.
“What is it?” she asked, anger and annoyance forgotten momentarily. Tyr mightily resisted the urge to say “himself”.
“I will be right back.” he said. He returned to his suite where his “stash” now resided, picked up another food keeper and another ring box. The ring box he put into his pocket because he did not intend to give it to Xena right away.
Xena smelled it before he cleared her door.
“Tofwa? You brought me Tofwa?” she asked, as she sat up. As if by signal, her stomach growled. She went over to and sat at the tiny dinette table as Tyr set her a place and put the food keeper in front of her.
Xena opened keeper and inhaled the delicious aroma, and paused to look up at Tyr.
“Eat Xena. All three of you are hungry.” he said tenderly. She didn't have to be told twice and immediately dug in. Tyr sat directly across from her and watched.
He smiled to himself. Because of her pregnancy Xena craved and only ate Vulcan dishes. It was a good thing he knew how to prepare a number of them.
“I hope you didn't want any.” Xena said, after she'd finished her meal and wiped her mouth with a napkin. Tyr chuckled because she had practically “inhaled” her food.
“Don't think that just because you prepared and brought me a delicious meal, that my anger is assuaged.” she continued, as she shook her finger at him.
“Xena, if you were truly wroth, you would've driven me from your presence an hour ago.” Tyr hazarded. Xena stared daggers back at Tyr because he'd correctly called her out.
“Tyr, I am very sorry. I would love to spend more time with you but I'm very tired, and I have an early appointment with Dr. Kori in the morning.” she said as she rose.
“Go ahead. I will clean up.” Tyr said. In response Xena got up and walked to the bedroom.
Five minutes later, he went into the bedroom to check on her an found Xena dressed in her pajamas and still sitting on the edge of her bed. He was about to fuss at her for not laying down yet, when she put her index finger to her lips, then beckoned him to come.
Tyr knelt before Xena and she took both of her hands and placed them on her “belly”. Tyr was amazed to feel flutterings.
“Those are your sons, Tyr. It's amazing every time I go to sleep, they chose that very time to do their personal training routine.” she said.
“I have names for them, Xena. Alexander and Lysander.” Tyr said as his heart soared with love and pride.
“Hummm. I wonder who will be Alexander and who will be Lysander?” Xena asked.
“We shall see once they've introduced themselves to us.” Tyr replied. “Now, you get some sleep Xena.” he continued, as he removed her slippers, and tipped her back into the bed so he could pull the covers up around her.
“Night Tyr.” she whispered sleepily, as she kissed his forehead.
“Good Night, Xena.” Tyr said as he returned the kiss. Approximately seven minutes later, once he established that Xena was truly asleep, he took the ring box from his pocket and sat it on Xena's bedside table, where she would surely see it on the morn.
“Tyr makes it to First Base.” he thought fondly, as he left Xena's suite.
NOTE TO READERS: Please don't try to look up the word "TOFWA" in Memory Alpha, because there is no such word. Since the one and only Vulcan dish mentioned in Star Trek is "Plomeek Soup", I decided to make up one, or two, or seven. You know? After all, Vulcans are logical people and they certainly didn't get that way by just eating soup. . .
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