cadet_amara: (Hands)

All the information Amara had read about giving birth said the same thing. Babies took a long time to be born. At least, that was how Amara interpreted it. Always hating doctors and having no desire to spend all day in medical, Amara had decided to wait in her quarters as long as possible when she started having contractions. Besides, she wasn't even sure she was in labor. It wasn't as if she had a lot of experience in this area, so she decided to wait and see what happened.

At first they hadn't been too bad, more of a slight discomfort really. She'd actually gotten some work done, which surprised her. Truth be told, labor was extremely boring. Or at least it started that way....

After several hours it was getting intense. She'd been timing the contractions. She'd read that was important. They were five minutes apart now and starting to hurt. It was time to go. She sent Frank a message to come to her quarters right away, hoping he got the urgency in her message. She didn't really want to walk there alone, and supporting her in labor seemed to be the least Frank could do for her at the moment. Right now, all she could do was wait and hope he hurried.
 

cadet_amara: (saree)

Amara wasn't sure exactly what had possessed her to do this. She hadn't even mentioned Diwali since she was a little girl, and even then as a kid they'd barely celebrated. She remembered the fireworks, and the lights, and the excitement. She didn't quite remember the origins or how to celebrate Diwali properly. She supposed she was having something of a cultural identification crisis. She hadn't been back to Mumbai, or India even, since she was seven, and after that she lived in so many places it was hard to form any type identity. She'd never really given much thought to her culture, besides the fact that she loved the old Bollywood movies. However, since she decided to have a new attitude, and be a more positive person, she started to look more at her own background, searching for some good that she could have from her past, and the good included festivals.

She didn't want to be extremely obvious or overboard about it. Honestly, she didn't like attention, and she certainly didn't want to answer questions (she probably wouldn't know what to say anyway), so she planned to be covert about it all. Besides, the gifts were her way of saying thank you to everyone. She didn't want anything in return. 

First she went to the mess hall early in the morning, in the hopes that it would be relatively empty. She was in luck. Just the odd crewman getting his morning coffee. She set out the plate of sweets she had made for all to enjoy. Next to it she put a sign: "Happy Diwali. Enjoy." She made no attempt to claim any of it, and hoped people would just eat the food without questioning where it came from. 

 Next were the personal gifts. Each one was wrapped with a card that only said "Happy Diwali", again, she hoped people didn't put too much thought into where these things were coming from.

First she stopped by Admiral Pike's office. Luckily, the Admiral wasn't there yet. She very carefully set the beautifully iced cake on his desk with the simple card beside it. She had enjoyed icing the cake, even though it had taken her most of the night, it was worth it. She hoped he enjoyed it.  

Next, she went to Christine's quarters and set her present outside her door. Blue looked good on Christine, and she imagined she would like jewelry. She hoped she'd done a good job picking out the set.

Finally, she stopped by Frank's and left his gift. She hoped he would find it... informative. She smiled a little as she left. That one might benefit her in the end too. 

She then went about her duties, just like always. However, today she felt rather good and was smiling a great deal more than usual. It had been fun, playing the Diwali Fairy... or Santa... or whatever. Amara had a nice warm and happy feeling that she was unaccustomed to, and it made her feel giddy. It felt good. She would have to do it again sometime.

cadet_amara: (Hair up)


He is a Boy



Your guy is hardly even a guy - he's a little boy

Rude and crude, he probably even acts worse when you're not around

Don't trust this guy further than you can throw him

He may be good for a laugh or too, but he's not the one to get serious with




Poor Frank. These quizzes are not kind to him. I guess I should be concerned... but it's just a stupid quiz. Interesting though. I wonder how they define a man?
cadet_amara: (Yellow Shawl)

Amara’s eyes snapped open in the middle of the night. The usual feeling of panic and shock that accompanied a nightmare came over her, and for a split second she couldn’t remember where she was. It was always alarming, waking up in unfamiliar surroundings. She blinked her eyes a few times and took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.  

A loud snort beside her drew her attention, and she rolled over to look for the source. There was Lieutenant Commander Frank Giotto, one of Starfleet’s finest, fast asleep, drooling and snoring, loudly. Amara couldn’t help but smile a little. That was hardly an attractive look. He was also completely wrapped up in the covers, leaving her with just the edge of the blanket, and it was freezing in his quarters.

With a sigh she sat up. Even though a lot of the panic from the nightmare had left, she knew she wasn’t going to get back to sleep. She was cold and Frank’s snoring was loud enough to wake the dead. However, she didn’t want to leave. She had told him she’d stay this time, and while she was discovering his sleeping habits lacked something to be desired, it was nice not to wake up alone. Next time she would have to bring earplugs. For now, maybe he kept an extra blanket in the closet or something.

Careful not to wake him she got out of bed and went over to the closet to look. Unfortunately, it was hard to see in the dark and his quarters were unfamiliar. She tripped over something halfway there and ended up sprawled out on the floor. “Ow…” She muttered, sitting up on the floor and rubbing what would soon be a very bruised knee. This was not going well.

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