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Posted on Sat Jan 18th, 2020 @ 1:51pm by Lieutenant Tristian Hudson & Petty Officer 1st Class Grace Hudson

1,900 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Mission 3: Diplomacy, what’s that?
Location: Falton Station Promenade / Hudson Quarters

[ON:]

Grace stepped out onto the promenade of Faltan Station, it had been a few hours of cramped seating and pacing around to stretch her back and legs, whilst aboard the transport so she was grateful to be able to get some space. She was only five months pregnant but she already had a fair sized bump that was playing havoc on her back muscles, fortunately she was married to a doctor and she herself, was a nurse.
“Am I glad to be off that transport!” She grinned as she looked at Tristian.

Tristian walked along the concourse as Grace spoke. He was happy to be at Falton Station, as well. It was comfortable, quiet, and well quiet. The Hudson’s had indeed picked a quiet place to nest Grace with the child.

Grace had protested at first. However, she now was comfortably seated in a wheelchair. The mechanized machine floated Grace along. She was experiencing a bunch of growth hormones overwhelming Grace's joints, muscles. This her natural body response preparing to give birth to their child soon.

“I will keep you in this chair, Mrs. Hudson, that’s an order.” He winked. Tristian showed Grace, and he was administering her a small sedative for her muscle pain. He held up the tiny hypo, which was quite common for pregnancies for humans to use this analgesic in such situations. He dosed his Wife for her muscle pain according to her last known weight. Which he, of course, kept confidential.

“Your back spasms are what they are Hun.” The Doctor rubbed softly at her back. They continued down the hallway until they had met the station check-in with Security.

Grace nodded, there were times when she felt more like a patient to Tristian than his wife. "I know that hun, I am a nurse after all and as of this assignment, your head nurse. At least for the next couple of months or so until I go onto maternity leave." She smiled taking the opportunity of the stop at security to rid herself of the wheelchair.

Tristian resigned and failed to be inpatient. “Of course, my Lady.” He walked alongside, carrying their luggage on his backpack, and some of it in cargo sent to their quarters. He looked at the chair.

"Tristian, I really didn't need the chair!" Grace gave her husband a smile. "I'm only half way through my pregnancy. I am quite capable of walking." She gave her husband a warmer smile as she took his arm. "I know you're Chief Medical Officer but I'm your wife not a patient. Besides I'd like to stretch my legs."

"I understand. Completely." Tristian waved his hand above and forward, gesturing the matter. =^= Lt. Hudson, CMO, reporting in..." He looked at his wife Grace and smiled.

"Petty Officer first class Grace Hudson, plus one!." She grinned as she motioned to her bump and handed over the PADD with her transfer orders on for security to see. Once cleared they were directed to their family quarters and handed what they'd be needing.

~ Quarters, a few mins later ~

Walking into their new quarters Grace grinned as she looked around. "This is so much bigger than I was expecting!" She walked over to the window and looked out. "We even have a view!" She grinned as she turned to go look at the bedrooms. "Oh wow! Tristian look...we have a perfect sized room we can decorate as a nursery for the baby!"

Tristian was happy that the transfer papers indicated that the transferees requested a separated bedroom for kin. Hudson was all smiles inside. This truly was feeling like their first home. They no longer were just in a relationship; they now were married with a stationed residence. In Starfleet, that was about as secured a posting as be.

He smiled watching his new wife Grace, happy about the arrangements. “I believe there is a station repository of furniture vendors
Tristian turned slow, looking at Grace, her twinkling blue eyes, their baby they made together soon to be born on this very station. Things were coming together… Tristian leaned to kiss Grace gently on her lips.

“I should get in a visit with the Station Commander M’Mira.” He looked at his black wristwatch. “I tell you what Babe. I’ll check-in for both of us, and bring back some Dinner. What do you feel like?” He winked.

"Mmm now that's a good question" She paused to think. "I don't know what to choose! My cravings are all over the place at the minute. Bring me something chicken and a dessert to go with...no wait!" She paused. "I don't know!! Surprise me!"

Tristan smiled. He loved how bubbly and excited that Grace was getting over food, especially when you were pregnant. The cravings mimicked the actual minerals to be stockpiled in the body, to feed the baby growth. Grace was fine. She had all her minerals covered.

Tristian laughed a bit. “Surprise you! The last post, our mess hall, thought all I was eating was cheesecake!” He said, “Ok. I will get you something so good; you will ask why I never got you this dessert before!” He winked and pointed at her. He began to leave for the door. “Anddddd… You’re going to have to share it with me, and you're not eating the all the plate this time!” He laughed.

Grace pulled a funny face before grinning. "Now would I do that?! Besides there's two of us sharing my body remember, so it's not just me to blame!"

“Ok.” He paused. “So the Lil’ one gets a bite.” He grunted with glee. He was ecstatic the day he had found that Grace was pregnant. Tristian as an attending Medical Physician to Grace, his wife, was all the more unorthodox having known Grace were pregnant before she knew through her medical scans.

Having left and met the station commander, reporting in for both of them. Hudson had a terrible time choosing a plate for Grace for dinner. Along with a desert that she would enjoy!

Entering the quarters, Hudson had a bag over his shoulder with take-away foods and extra odds and ends they needed.

"His did it go?" Grace looked at her husband curiously.

“The Commander was welcoming. She said to welcome you to the station Mrs. Hudson.” He looked at Grace.

"That's good!" Grace grinned. "So...what's in the bag?"

“I know food. What did I bring?!” He laughed shaking his head and letting the carry on down to the nearest tabletop.

Looking into the bag Grace grinned as she looked at her husband. "You brought me my favourite!!!"

“Take out meals from the Olive Garden ™ replicated, and then a slice of cake from the Cheesecake Factory ™ .” Tristian was proud of his selections. I hope you're in the mood for something fettuccini?”

"Mmm possibly!" Grace grinned as she looked at Tristian.

“Then, I can end this all by rubbing your sore feet hun.” He winked and grunted at Grace his Wife.

Grace grinned. "Now that sounds lovely!" She smiled as she picked up one of the ready meals. "Come and sit down with me and we'll eat."

Tristian took a drink from his glass of red wine. He ate along with Grace, and they even shared glasses of wine, a chemical additive in Starfleet allowed a Mother to drink safely.

They were watching Grace's favourite Movie as Tristian tried to keep his eyes open, but enjoyed being able to lay alongside his pregnant wife.

Grace was already starting to drift, it had been a long day of moving around and getting settled. One minute she was awake, the next she was sleeping peacefully next to Tristian.

[0455] Tristian was drinking down a protein shake and his greens. He looked at Grace, his gorgeous wife of his. He was proud to call Grace his wife, he was excited for thier Futures together. He grinned to his self as she slept, and then finished off his protein shake.

[0515] At the Faltan Gym complex Tristian was waking up. His leg calves, thigh muscles flexing in to power and being made good. He took a drink of water to hydrate, running along the treadmill.

[0630] Returning back to the Hudson's Quarters Household -- Holding some freshly baked muffins from the Mess Hall. He also had a chance to get two nice large cream coffees, with sweetner in each.

"Hey babe, you've been sleeping good this morning!" He laughed, and traced along Grace, his wife. He snuggled up behind, Tristian kissing hornily, but none the less just to be holding her so early.

"Mmmm do a I get the feeling that someone is feeling a little...naughty this morning?" Grace smiled as she ran her fingers along Tristian's side, hip and the top of his leg. "It's still early if you want to make love to your pregnant wife."

Tristian sat there behind Grace with his hands wrapped from around behind her. His body accepting Grace’s back leaned to his. He grunted. Tristian, playfully gave a small hint of his current state, as he ground his package a bit up against Grace.

Grace grinned as she leant against her husband. "Somebody is all worked up, looking forward to spending a passionate night together in our new home?"

“I have researched. It is safe to have sex in all trimesters of pregnancy for a human female, and her baby.” Tristian grunted as he leaned forward and placing his hands on either side of Grace’s shoulders, knowing how sore they were from their extra baby to carry around. Hudson let his fingers masseuse into Grace’s since and skin. As a Japanese Masseuse graduate, Tristian loves to rub down his wife to bring absolute comfort and relaxation. It is when Grace, relaxes back from his tension points rub down, and Grace begins to feel Tristian’s waiting, wanting mouth beginning kisses across her chest and breasts.

Grace sighed with pleasure as she ran her fingers through Tristian's hair as he enjoyed her. Nothing was more pleasurable than making love with her husband. Even at five months pregnant Grace enjoyed her husband's administrations, he always treated her with tender loving care.

Tristian took careful time when he made love with Grace. He paid every attention to her release of moan, her catches of breath, and her writhing from the tension of being teased.

“Like that…” Tristian watched his Wife as he tempered his attention to her need, her aches to be filled. Hudson was loving the feeling of being with Grace. He loved to play Doctor to her body.

"Ohh yes!" Grace smiled as she trailed her fingers over her husband's skin as he spooned up behind her. The closeness they shared was what made their relationship special for her. Tristian made every touch a delight for her, his hands being the hands of a skilled doctor and surgeon. "I love you Tristian."

“I love you too baby!” He kissed his Wife passionately, loving the fact that she was having his child. Tristian lovingly felt Grace’s belly slowly as they made love, Tristian setting the pace together.

Grace let herself simply enjoy, trusting her husband to be careful in his love making as she always did.


[OFF]


Petty Officer 1st Class Grace Hudson
Head Nurse, Falton Station

And

Lieutenant Tristian Hudson
Chief of Medical, Falton Station

 

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