Title: PROLOGUE
Author: Christinecgb (luberluber@yahoo.com.au)
Series: DS9
Code: K/Keiko
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: Kira and Keiko actually lived together for a while before Kira gave birth to Keiko's baby so here's little interlude I imagine they might have had.
Note: Part of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest - http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest/
Light hands fluttered across her belly. Small and light. Like a spider. Hands that tickled, made
her laugh, and stroked her swell.
The baby shifted position.
"Oh!"
She pressed a hand to her abdomen slightly overcome by the unfamiliar sensations.
"He moved?"
"Yes." She fought back a wave of nausea. It was just nerves really. Butterflies in the stomach
along with the unexpected occupant.
"It's a little strange at first but you'll get used to it." Smiling eyes, deep and brown, with big black
lashes met hers, generating a warmth that she had forgotten could exist in a person's eyes.
It was terrifying and incredible, and scary and amazing, and Prophets, she was never going to be
able to carry this thing to term! They would have to take it out and put it in an incubator or
something. Julian would know how. He was the best, right?
She felt a hand in hers.
"Nervous?"
She nodded. Her mouth was dry and her nose itched terribly. She took a deep breath. And
another. That was better.
She sneezed.
Another smile and a small laugh. The hand holding hers squeezed.
"Don't worry. You're doing fine!"
The hand stroked her belly again. In circular movements it fluttered across her navel down low
to her abdomen and as high as her rib cage. Light touches. She relaxed into the warmth
spreading gradually across her body. This was nice. This was good. She closed her eyes and
sighed.
"I'll look after you," she heard a fierce whisper, "you're carrying my baby after all.".
She opened her eyes and saw brown eyes intensely boring into hers. For a moment she lost all
sense of time and place, forgetting the space station and the wormhole housing the prophets
nearby, forgetting Bajor and the politics that demanded her attention, forgetting Shakaar and The
Emissary, the Cardassians and the Kai and the occupation that had so long determined who she
was and where she was going.
This was home.
Impulsively, she leaned forward until their lips were touching. Just the slightest brush of their
mouths parted. She could feel eyelids flickering across her cheeks.
The hands on her belly continued to tickle softly.
And then just like that, they parted. She leaned back again and let the universe sweep her back
into its rhythm bringing back her life and the concerns that were only moments ago foremost in
her thoughts.
She didn't think about it again.