"The Shape of Things to Come" - Adama/Roslin Fic
Title: The Shape of Things to Come
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, mention of Caprica/Saul
Rating: T
Word Count: 586 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show
A/N: Many thanks to rococoms for her speedy beta. This fic was inspired by recent discussions that I've had with sln1 regarding the Saul/Caprica&baby storyline of late season four.
“She’s good for him,” Laura sighs contently against the sturdy warmth of Bill’s chest,” She’s sobered him up, given him new purpose.” They're settled in their rack for the night. The nausea from her most recent treatment has subsided enough to allow her to curl up against his bulk, rather than face the trashcan on the floor.
Bill caresses the bare nape of her neck. “I don’t know,” he says carefully.
In Cottle’s lifestation today, Laura had been forced to forgo her privacy a bit. A minor accident on the hangar deck brought in half a dozen deckhands, crowding the already maxed-out area. While Laura was usually afforded a bed off in a private corner by Cottle, who knew better than perhaps anyone how private a woman Laura was, today she had been set up, side by side with a slightly uneasy and pregnant Caprica.
While her visit was brief, in the time that she and Bill had been there, they had both witnessed for the first time how Saul interacted around the mother of his soon-to-be-born child. He was smiling proudly the entire time, pacing back and forth somewhat anxiously as they waited for Cottle to come back with Caprica’s blood test results. Laura had never seen the Colonel so happy, and so clear-minded, in all her years of knowing him.
“I’m not saying that he doesn’t miss Ellen, or even that he’s done grieving her. I just think that there is a light in him that I’ve never seen before. I never thought I’d say this, but fatherhood suits him,” Laura says, “He’s a good man Bill.”
“He is,” Bill replies, his chest puffing out a bit in pride. “They’re having a boy,” he adds excitedly.
Laura smiles warmly. A boy. Her sister had been expecting a boy.
Bill feels the tension in her body and kisses the lines that framed the corner of her eyes. He knew in the split second that it took for her weakened muscles to tense up where her mind had drifted to. He wouldn’t let her drown in that dark place, not tonight, not if he could help it.
“Well, as long as he has Caprica’s looks and Saul’s heart, he’s set for life,” she teases after a moment. She feels Bill grin against her forehead.
“You know we’re going to be their go-to people for babysitting?” Bill whispers conspiratorially.
“Oh yes,” Laura hums, “The great Admiral and President of the Fleet, retired to become expert diaper changers.” They both chuckle out loud.
“I wouldn’t mind a little diaper-changing to break up my day,” he says easily. Laura cranes her neck to look at the unmistakable flush of pride and joy across his worn features. She could count on maybe one hand the number of times she had seen such joy suffuse his being.
“You’ll be a wonderful surrogate uncle to him,” she says proudly.
She imagines what this young child might become. She thinks that he’ll have his mother’s smile, his father’s ears. She hopes that he inherits the best qualities of them; Caprica’s loving nature, Saul’s fierce loyalty. She hopes the blood on both their hands doesn’t stain their child’s future. More than anything, she hopes that he can have a future.
Bill pulls her closer to him, so that it is barely discernable where she ends and where he begins.
“And you will be the most wonderful surrogate aunt that any child, Cylon or human, could ever have,” he says with utter conviction.
Pairing: Adama/Roslin, mention of Caprica/Saul
Rating: T
Word Count: 586 words
Disclaimer: Not my characters or television show
A/N: Many thanks to rococoms for her speedy beta. This fic was inspired by recent discussions that I've had with sln1 regarding the Saul/Caprica&baby storyline of late season four.
“She’s good for him,” Laura sighs contently against the sturdy warmth of Bill’s chest,” She’s sobered him up, given him new purpose.” They're settled in their rack for the night. The nausea from her most recent treatment has subsided enough to allow her to curl up against his bulk, rather than face the trashcan on the floor.
Bill caresses the bare nape of her neck. “I don’t know,” he says carefully.
In Cottle’s lifestation today, Laura had been forced to forgo her privacy a bit. A minor accident on the hangar deck brought in half a dozen deckhands, crowding the already maxed-out area. While Laura was usually afforded a bed off in a private corner by Cottle, who knew better than perhaps anyone how private a woman Laura was, today she had been set up, side by side with a slightly uneasy and pregnant Caprica.
While her visit was brief, in the time that she and Bill had been there, they had both witnessed for the first time how Saul interacted around the mother of his soon-to-be-born child. He was smiling proudly the entire time, pacing back and forth somewhat anxiously as they waited for Cottle to come back with Caprica’s blood test results. Laura had never seen the Colonel so happy, and so clear-minded, in all her years of knowing him.
“I’m not saying that he doesn’t miss Ellen, or even that he’s done grieving her. I just think that there is a light in him that I’ve never seen before. I never thought I’d say this, but fatherhood suits him,” Laura says, “He’s a good man Bill.”
“He is,” Bill replies, his chest puffing out a bit in pride. “They’re having a boy,” he adds excitedly.
Laura smiles warmly. A boy. Her sister had been expecting a boy.
Bill feels the tension in her body and kisses the lines that framed the corner of her eyes. He knew in the split second that it took for her weakened muscles to tense up where her mind had drifted to. He wouldn’t let her drown in that dark place, not tonight, not if he could help it.
“Well, as long as he has Caprica’s looks and Saul’s heart, he’s set for life,” she teases after a moment. She feels Bill grin against her forehead.
“You know we’re going to be their go-to people for babysitting?” Bill whispers conspiratorially.
“Oh yes,” Laura hums, “The great Admiral and President of the Fleet, retired to become expert diaper changers.” They both chuckle out loud.
“I wouldn’t mind a little diaper-changing to break up my day,” he says easily. Laura cranes her neck to look at the unmistakable flush of pride and joy across his worn features. She could count on maybe one hand the number of times she had seen such joy suffuse his being.
“You’ll be a wonderful surrogate uncle to him,” she says proudly.
She imagines what this young child might become. She thinks that he’ll have his mother’s smile, his father’s ears. She hopes that he inherits the best qualities of them; Caprica’s loving nature, Saul’s fierce loyalty. She hopes the blood on both their hands doesn’t stain their child’s future. More than anything, she hopes that he can have a future.
Bill pulls her closer to him, so that it is barely discernable where she ends and where he begins.
“And you will be the most wonderful surrogate aunt that any child, Cylon or human, could ever have,” he says with utter conviction.