A meeting with the First Mate

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Flint shrugged. Too soon then. But she bounced back rather quick, insisting it was a boy.

"How about . . . Jevan? Or . . . Lorek?" He said, putting forward a couple 'star warsy' sounding names. Not that he was ever very good with names in the first place.

"I'm open to suggestions though." He said with a grin before leaning over and kissing her forehead while his mind wandered. She was going to have a kid. He needed to get stuff. Like shirts, and socks, and a crib. No, he needed to make a crib. That would be sweet, maybe even impress her a little. But how did one make a crib? It's okay Flint, you got at least six-seven months to figure this out.

"He'll have to be a pilot." He said, putting a little of himself in the boy or girl's life. "Maybe skip the navy though."

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

"Oh. A pilot now?" Chestnut brows lofted and she elbowed him a bit harder in his ribs. "Why don't we let Jevan or Lorek decide what he wants to do?" She proffered a lopsided grin. But her face quickly grew serious. "Unless he wants to be a Sith Lord. We'll smash that notion right away." A ghost of a smile lingered on her lips.

Could she get used to this?

She didn't know. But she did know, with Flint, anything was possible. "Alright babe." Standing and using Flint's shoulder as leverage, she stretched. "I've gotta hope in the refresher. Why don't you pick out a holo? I believe you promised me a date at the movies?"

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

A Sith Lord? Though it was a joke the thought stuck in his head for a minute. Kitt was a Force User. That meant the kid could be a Force user, which would mean it could be a Sith Lord! He'd need to keep his emotions in check, or whatever the hell they did to not be angry. Maybe if he just had spice and chill

I'm a horrible father. I just thought about giving my child spice.

"Yeah, I'll get us a holo." He said, coming back for a moment to reality, and then slipping out just as quick as he headed to their media storage room. What if he was a Force user and he thought dad was lame because he couldn't use the Force? What if he couldn't use the Force and he felt bad because he wasn't as cool as mom? Suddenly the idea of captaining a star destroyer was the last thing on his mind. He sighed as he reached the media room. What did Kitt like, what did Kitt like? Probably an action adventure, so she could tell him 'I did that once on a bounty' and then tell him a story. Captain Coruscant would do.

Heading back to the theater with holovid in hand he got on the comm and asked the cooking droid if it could spare any popcorn to the media room. It said something half-committed, perhaps perhaps not. Guess we'll see.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

She gave Flint one last worried glance over her shoulder as he disappeared. She wouldn't peg into his emotions. She tried to give him his privacy but she knew they probably shared the same concerns. Getting back to her quarters, she ditched the comm. The news from the doc was probably all she could handle today.

In no time, she was out of the refresher and into a cleaner outfit of her usual. This time she opted for a tank top. Running a finger through drying strands of hair, she made her way out, snagging two beers on the way.

Booted-feet carried her across the ship until she stood in the doorway of the media room. She offered a beer to Flint. "So what'd you pick?"

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Flint took the beer and opened it. "Captain Coruscant. I think this is the one where he goes against the Black Skull." He said as he he put in the holovid into the projector and then headed towards the couch. Tired legs and back leaned their way into the seat, while an arm made it's way around her mechanic's shoulder. Flint took a swig of beer as the Galactic Alliance thawed a once great hero out of the depths of Hoth to return and save the galaxy again. Questions and possibilities ran through Flint's mind, but he put off on asking questions. Today was supposed to be a time to relax. He'd try and keep it that way.

Brrrrrring, brrrrring.

His comm began to buzz. Flint picked it up, pressed a button and ended the call, then turned it off.

"Sorry about that." He said with a small smile.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

She popped open her own beer and took a swig, nestling into his half-embrace. "Ohhh, Captain Coruscant. My favorite." She grinned and settled down more, snuggling in real good. That right there? That felt like home and helped her to forget a little about the life changing thing that she just found out.

Myrtle-ellipses flickered from Flint's comm and up to his face. "It's okay," she whispered, though not sure why. They were the only ones in the viewing room. Must've been out of habit. "You can answer it if you want. You can go."

She didn't want him to but she also understood that he was the captain of a fethin' star destroyer.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Flint took another swig and put his beer down, before bringing his free hand unto Kitt's head and running it through her hair.

"No, we're fine, if they need me they'll call again." Flint replied as he stroked through chestnut-hair. Captain Coruscant was in the middle of trying to aclimate to the hundreds of years he'd lost when the brrrring came once again. Flint let out a deep sigh and paused the holovid.

"This is Flint." His voice was firm, annoyed even.

"Hello Captain, this the mess, just wanted to let your corn is popped and on it's way over to you." C00-K13's animatronic voice came from the other line. Flint's face was somewhere between annoyance and elation.

"Thank you for the report. I'll be off for the rest of the day." Flint replied.

"Yes captain." C00-K13 responded, and Flint hung up the call.

"I hate droids sometimes Kitt." Flint said as unpaused the holovid.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

She laughed, a chestnut brow lofting. "You ordered popped corn?" Face turned toward his neck as her lips nuzzled against his neck and face. "That's so sweet, babe." He would be able to hear the smile in her voice. "And it's even sweeter that you put up with droids for me to do it." She laughed lightly, her breath cascading over his skin.

Eyes panned away from him for a moment and back to the screen.

"Have you seen this one before?"

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

"Once or twice. We can change it if you've seen it too much." Flint said as he felt her grease-less hair run across his neck as she turned to watch the screen. A mechanics life was a dirty one, not that Flint ever complained. You do what you gotta do, and there's nothin wrong with a little dirt here and there.

Knock knock knock

Probably the popcorn. "Come on in." Flint said, and C00-K13 scuttled his way inside with a bin of popcorn. To his credit he didn't get in front the screen, but his scuttling wasn't exactly quiet either.

"Anything else you require captain?" The droid asked.

"No, you're dismissed." Flint replied, and the droid scuttled its way out, leaving Flint and Kitt at peace. Save for occasional crunch of their snack and sound of bolts and fists flying in with the action scenes.

It felt so nice to wind down.