EXETERRPG: (2 - 1829) R&SE Dir Ashlyn Williams

[Mark Howard]

Mission: A new day dawns

Day: 2

Stardate: 2446.01.29

 (Earth, -The Home of Trip, Ash, and Ronnie Williams- R&SE Dir Ashlyn
Williams - 1829)



Kiera’s reaction was surprising, far more personal that she’d have perhaps
expected.



"I'm sure they'll have fun, but Ash, I gotta ask," Keira began stumbling
into an awkward pause, "would it be weird if I touched your baby bump?"



Glowing gently, Ashlyn smiled. “Of course Kee.” Unconsciously adopting a
close almost familial nickname. “I’ve been examined, poked, prodded and who
knows what by strangers. I have no issue with a friend. Here, any moment.”
She gently guided one of Kiera’s hands to a certain part of her lower
abdomen.



(Reply Kiera)



“Feel that?” She winced as she was punched in the bladder once more.



(Reply Kiera)

“I’d like to say you get used to it but that would be a lie.” She looked at
Kiera and held her hands in her own, knowing what the other woman had gone
through. Holding Kiera’s hands into her abdomen, she hoped that even a
single atom of understanding, love and support made it’s way toward Kiera.



"Oh, and here I almost forgot." Keira said, bringing out the small burlap
sack. She handed it to Ash.



“What’s this? You didn’t need to sweet girl.” Ash’s  hands shook as she
received the gift.



"When I heard that Trip was getting a ranch of his own..." Keira babbled
on, "On Carraya when a family first starts out the whole community shows up
to help build a home. Since you guys have already done that. Most pictures
I've seen of Earth ranches had a horseshoe over the doorway, I made one out
of sand cast brass, cleaned it up and polished it for you." Keira grabbed a
beer from the cooler, twisted the top off. "There's two iron nails in there
for hanging it.



Ashlyn felt her eyes well up and overflow. Waving her hand in front of her
face, pulling her emotion together she smiled gently, “This is quite the
gift Kee. Should I live one year or a hundred more, it will have pride of
place over our door.” She beamed happily, then dispensing with any
awkwardness or forality, she pulled Kiera into a close embrace.



(Reply Kiera)



Clearing her throat as she pulled away gently, “Now,” She cleared her
throat again. “I have a kitchen to run. She winked and nodded to the
fridges and the door. “Outta my kitchen.” Her smile made her complexion
glow.



(Reply Kiera)

(Posted by Mark)
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