The Reaper of Won Shasot
When the two separated, the Rogue leaned back in his chair, and reluctantly let go of his wife, save for her hand which he still held onto tightly. With a ginger hand she touched his face and Dax closed his eyes and took a deep breath. How long had it been since he'd felt Kimiko's touch? Far too long. He would relish this for as long as he could. He couldn't take such small moments for granted any longer.
What was next? That was a good question. "In all honesty, I don't know. I didn't think far past the crew..." Dax admitted. He knew what he wanted for now. But what beyond that? "I want to go home and see the kids...Feth, Ki will they even recognize me? Saya and Ojo were still so young, and my Force signature is alien to me now and...wait a second..." The Rogue took a good look over Ki's form again..."You're not pregnant anymore."
Kimiko Taiyou
What was next? That was a good question. "In all honesty, I don't know. I didn't think far past the crew..." Dax admitted. He knew what he wanted for now. But what beyond that? "I want to go home and see the kids...Feth, Ki will they even recognize me? Saya and Ojo were still so young, and my Force signature is alien to me now and...wait a second..." The Rogue took a good look over Ki's form again..."You're not pregnant anymore."
Kimiko Taiyou