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[nyota_uhura24]

Nyota was trying, unsuccessfully, to understand how she'd gotten to this point. It hadn't been the most pleasant of days, mostly because she'd already thrown up several times, but nothing had gone horrible wrong. She'd been glad to get off shift and return to her quarters to rest and go to the bathroom for the seventeenth time that afternoon.

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[ltkyle]

John was fully aware of the symptoms that come with pregnancy. He'd never had to really witness it before, but he knew it happened. When she sent him a message, asking for him to bring pickles, he assumed that this was definitely one of those situations where she was feeling a bit out of sorts. he wasn't about to worry too much, but by time he made it back to her quarters, he was met with a disturbing sight.

Uhura, curled up on the couch, sobbing. John, looking no more concerned than he usually did, walked carefully over to her and sat himself down beside her, though not close because he wasn't sure what she needed and he wasn't going to overstep his bounds. He set the pickles on the table and waited, patiently for her to decide when she wanted to talk to him, if she did.

[nyota_uhura24]

She heard him enter the room but couldn't quite bring herself to look up, not when she was crying for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Everything felt off kilter, but when she tired to examine the situation rationally nothing was wrong. At least she didn't feel nauseous anymore, just oddly discontent. His silent, unobtrusive offer to comfort her made her cry a little harder, and she turned on the couch to curl against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder.

"Sorry," she whispered. John had seen her at her lowest moments and never judged her for them, but this felt so different. There was no reason for her tears besides hormones, and while she knew that was a legitimate reason she just felt so distressingly irrational.

[ltkyle]

He wrapped his arms around her just the same, pulling her to him and letting her cry as she wished. He wasn't going to ask what was wrong until she was at least a little more coherent than she had been. In fact, he was strangely amused by the whole thing because there was no way that she was upset about something he didn't know about. If there was a reason, she'd have told him sooner. For now, he just held back a smirk, knowing full well that this was a case of hormones.

"It's fine, parrot," he replies softly. "Is there anything I can do?"

[nyota_uhura24]

Burrowing against him and letting his embrace give her back some of her missing strength, she murmured, "I don't know. I just feel so... weirdly emotional. I came home and saw the picture of my sisters and just... started crying." She tried to press even closer, ending up half in his lap as her tears slowed to a trickle.

"Did you bring the pickles?" Because she still wanted them, even though she didn't want to let go of him just yet. She wanted so many things at the same time and wasn't sure any of them would be enough. "I'm craving pickles and the thought of Thai food makes me sick." Thai food was usually one of her favorites, but apparently she had both odd cravings and odd aversions.