[communications] [Tina's quarters]
Damn. It was time. Tina had gone to pull on one of her minidress uniforms, and the middle had gotten all bunched up over her belly in a way that made it pretty goddamn obvious what was under there. She'd already started wearing the pants unbuttoned and held together with a safety pin when she had on the tunic and trousers variant. She needed to order some larger sizes, and figure out how she was going to go about telling people before everyone started asking.
One of those, at least, she could take care of right away. She sent a message to the appropriate personnel in requisitions and supply, requesting the next size up. She could worry about getting something a little more tailored in another month or so. Until then, just roomier all around would do fine.
While she was at the console, she wrote another message she'd been meaning to get around to.
Private to Christine Chapel (headnursechapel):
Hey, we missed our lunch plans a while back. I meant to write to you sooner and reschedule, but... Well, you know how it is. Anyway, I've been thinking about you, and I'd like to get together. Are you free tomorrow or the day after?
- Tina
She hoped James had apologized. She doubted that he had. At least Christine's Nyota was on board, now, so she had a good friend from before to talk to, as well as Tina and the other people she'd met since hopping universes. Tina still felt guilty for not trying to get in touch with her sooner, but hopefully she'd be able to make it up to her.
It wasn't as though she'd been avoiding Christine in particular, at least. She just hadn't felt very social at all, since that fight-or-whatever with Jim, and then further weirdness with James... She'd been more or less hiding out in her room or sickbay for weeks. Ugh. Jim. She really needed to do something about that. He was obviously being polite and respectful and waiting for her to reach out, but she was so fucking embarrassed about the whole thing that--
She flinched, suddenly, in the midst of all those thoughts. While she'd been sitting there at her desk, her mind wandering, it had felt like-- It happened again. A tiny fluttering. Nothing as concrete as a kick, but still movement. She'd been half-expecting it since the end of her first trimester, but it still caught her completely by surprise.
She wrote the message quickly, even with one hand cupped over her belly (not that she could feel anything from the outside. It just seemed like the thing to do). She was grinning so hard her face was going to ache.
Private to Jim Kirk (original_fine):
I felt her move.
- Tina
One of those, at least, she could take care of right away. She sent a message to the appropriate personnel in requisitions and supply, requesting the next size up. She could worry about getting something a little more tailored in another month or so. Until then, just roomier all around would do fine.
While she was at the console, she wrote another message she'd been meaning to get around to.
Private to Christine Chapel (headnursechapel):
Hey, we missed our lunch plans a while back. I meant to write to you sooner and reschedule, but... Well, you know how it is. Anyway, I've been thinking about you, and I'd like to get together. Are you free tomorrow or the day after?
- Tina
She hoped James had apologized. She doubted that he had. At least Christine's Nyota was on board, now, so she had a good friend from before to talk to, as well as Tina and the other people she'd met since hopping universes. Tina still felt guilty for not trying to get in touch with her sooner, but hopefully she'd be able to make it up to her.
It wasn't as though she'd been avoiding Christine in particular, at least. She just hadn't felt very social at all, since that fight-or-whatever with Jim, and then further weirdness with James... She'd been more or less hiding out in her room or sickbay for weeks. Ugh. Jim. She really needed to do something about that. He was obviously being polite and respectful and waiting for her to reach out, but she was so fucking embarrassed about the whole thing that--
She flinched, suddenly, in the midst of all those thoughts. While she'd been sitting there at her desk, her mind wandering, it had felt like-- It happened again. A tiny fluttering. Nothing as concrete as a kick, but still movement. She'd been half-expecting it since the end of her first trimester, but it still caught her completely by surprise.
She wrote the message quickly, even with one hand cupped over her belly (not that she could feel anything from the outside. It just seemed like the thing to do). She was grinning so hard her face was going to ache.
Private to Jim Kirk (original_fine):
I felt her move.
- Tina