@wihlted gets things cause i just really love my wife.
the realization is slowly coming to him. things that would normally be signals have been stuttered, between her history in ballet and the general lack of health her entire life. it wouldn't really be surprising based off of how often they participate in extracurricular activities, but there's certainly a part of leonard that hadn't really expected it to be a possibility, between her health and the fact that they've spent the last few years in space.
but other markers are present as well. ones that wouldn't exist in many other scenarios, and so, as they sit there in his quarters, only half spread apart from each other for sake of it being easier to flop wherever they landed, he moves over to the shelving unit built into the wall his quarter door sets in.
"y' said you've been sick four times this week, right?" he's calmly moving through the drawers where he keeps all of a certain type of supplies that are offered out to anyone on the ship that might need them. two thin boxes are removed from a drawer, and he closes it before stepping over to her. squatting despite the creak in his hip and the distortion of the energy field under his pant leg, he rests one hand on her knee, and holds out the boxes with the other.
"i think you need to take these, darlin'."
pregnancy tests.















