Six Months

[Capt Ayers 0]

Nick walks back into the main room of his quarters after showering and changing clothes. He checks on the food he had set to cooking before he went to take his shower. He then sees to setting the table and finishing the other preparations for supper. Returning to the cooking food he lets his thoughts drift back over the last few months as he watches the food. As the food nears ready he turns and strides back to the couch. Retrieving a bouquet of flowers he sets them to one side on the table and then walks back into the kitchen area. As he does so he lowers his mental shields, {{Supper will be ready shortly, love.}}

 

{{Supper? Is it that time already?? Well, I've been ignoring the annoying ambassador for three days already... one more won't hurt.}} Her smirk is evident in her tone. {{Be there shortly.}} And with that, she finishes the tasks she was working on, and left the CT for the turbolift.

 

He smirks to himself {{Well, I should, as Captain, chide you for ignoring ambassador's and tell you to fix that....but I think I'd rather have your company here with me this night.}} He feigns a sigh then adds {{I suppose it's a bit selfish of me but then I think I'm allowed to be that way at times as a husband, yes?}}

 

He glances around checking to see if he left anything out of the preparations. His eyes glance over the table. {{Ah yes...what does m'lady wish to drink?}}

 

She states her destination and feels the turbolift engage to descend to the senior officers quarters level. {{Good thing I haven't told the Captain that I'm ignoring the ambassador...}} She grins, then added, {{I've already looked into the situation, but it's not urgent... I'll get to it tomorrow... unless we have yet another crisis. And yes, if you're in our quarters, you aren't the Captain, my love. As for drink... Hmm.... I suppose Romulan ale is out... Perhaps some champange would be appropriate?}} Exiting the turbolift, she strides down the hall to their quarters.

 

He blinks and shakes his head before stepping over to the replicator and having it create a container of ice, two glasses and the champagne. {{You know, surprising you is going to be a most difficult thing apparently. Had wanted to keep the reason for dinner a surprise...}} He smirks {{I suppose I should see about strengthening my shields at some point. Kind of would ruin the fun of buying you gifts if you knew what I bought you before you opened it.}}

 

He takes the champagne to the table and then moves to bring the food over as well. Checking one last time to see that everything is ready he sits down to wait.

 

His wait is short as she strides through the door a moment later, but it almost immediately beset upon by a small gray blur who tries to dart out the door. "Oh no you don't, you little rascal." In a quick motion, she grabs the kitten, holding it firmly until the doors close behind her. "It's funny that she does this... she doesn't ever go anywhere once she's out." With a sigh, she scratchs the kittens ears for a moment and is thanked with a loud, rusty sounding purr. "Go chase Diamante's tail why don't you?" she tells it, setting her back down. A brief head rub on her ankles is followed by a swift departure as the kitten spots something to chase. Ethan removes her uniform jacket, and smiles at Nick, "Smells great."

 

"She probably gets a bit scared when she gets outside the door. It is a rather big station beyond those doors." He smiles as he stands and steps towards her. "Good, I'm glad I can still spoil you." He kisses her warmly as his arms slip around her. He breaks off the kiss after a few moments, resisting the temptation to blithely forget about the food he had spent no small amount of time preparing. He smiles again "Happy anniversary, love." He blushes lightly and adds"I hope this will do..."

 

He steps away from her and turns to the table, pulling out her chair and waiting for her to sit down.

 

She sits down, shaking her head as usual about the courtesy. "This is lovely... Did you tell Brian and Arthur that we're dead so they don't call us every two minutes?" She smiles across at him as he sits. "Has it really been 6 months already? Seems like yesterday. I wonder if Mom has told Grandmother yet...... probably not, or I would have gotten the riot act from her."

 

He chuckles "I suspect that if it was just yesterday that we got married we'd still be a bit..less then perfectly comfortable with certain areas of our life." He pauses then adds "Or I guess, remembering, maybe not. Anyways, as for Brian and Arthur no I didn't tell them that we're dead. If I had they'd wonder why I told them that. I did however instruct the computer to only allow anyone to contact us if it's an emergency."

 

He pours them both a glass of champagne and watches her start in on her food. He smiles as he says "And as for your grandmother, I have a suspicion that the reason your grandmother hasn't contacted you to give us both the riot act on not having a traditional Betazed wedding is because you're mother hasn't told her..and the reason she hasn't is that she thinks we should be the ones to do so." He smirks "After all..I doubt your mother would willingly go into one of your grandmother's harangues and from what you've told me..your grandmother would probably somehow blame your mother for your less then perfect respect for tradition. Of course, that's ignoring the fact that you would have had to do a lot more then beg, ask, plead or even seduce me to have gotten me to agree stand in front of a bunch of people wearing nothing but a very noticeable blush and a very nervous smile even if you had wanted a traditional Betazed wedding."

 

He pauses to take a bite of his food. After swallowing he asks "So..when are we going to announce our marriage to the crew? If we are going to that is. It has been six months though admittedly we've been rather busy since we got back. And to be honest...I'm not exactly inclined to go through a formal ceremony now. But they're going to find out eventually..."

 

Ethan grins, "You aren't the only one that chooses not to stand butt-naked in front of people." She, too, pauses to take a bite of food, and savor the excellent flavor, {{Mmmmm. Good.}}. "As for announcing it, I don't think I particularly care. I'll leave that up to you." With another grin as apology for dumping it into his lap, she takes another bite of food.

 

He smirks "Gee, thanks. Fine...I'll handle that...but you have to announce it to your grandmother though I'll be there when you do since I'm sure she'll want to send some flak my way. Probably something about me corrupting your respect for tradition. And you, my love, also have to come up with how we're going to celebrate our one year anniversary."