#leonard post.

[monstyrious]

@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.

[monstyrious]

@wihlted ♥

"all yer vitals are normal - least for you - so i ain't too worried about it. what i am worried about is this drop in mass. it's more'n typical projections for bein' out here this long. to be fair, yers aren't very flexible." he's scrolling through some things on his padd, sighing quietly. "i'm workin' on gettin' better things in the galley. until then, can ya do me a real big favor?" soft hazels full of concern levy on her as she sits on his examination table, little legs dangling away. there's no one else present, so he lightly touches her knee, trying to convey just how important this is to him. "we're gonna be in port in three days. can ya try t' eat more for me 'til then?"

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@rasskaz4ik liked for a starter -> pasha.

it's been an entire month. a month of absence from the crew so that he and the new missus mccoy could celebrate their wedding that, of course, pavel had been a part of. one of the very few let into the secret life beyond the whirring panels, and the fewer still that leonard makes a point to go see once he's back aboard from leave.

all routes lead back to the young ensign's cabin, where the doctor knocks to signal his existence and waits, holding back the grin that threatens tweaked visage's expression and hands behind his back. what kind of friend would he be if he didn't bring something for one of his best mates?

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@rasskaz4ik continued from here -> pasha.

the light that fills the younger man's face is exactly what leonard had hoped for when he'd drawn up the special invitation alongside the others that had gone out to the necessary people. maggie, of course, who had cried when they'd shared the call she'd been asked to make when the physical letter came. jim, asked to officiate for his position and ability as captain. spock, unfortunately. nala, though he had let serena deliver that one alongside the vulcan's. a few other crew, but none so important to the doctor as the russian.

"of course 'm sure," he chuckles, sitting down beside pavel and planting his folded arms on the table with a smile that's as lopsided and fresh as ever, his shoulder bumping into the other's before he looks down at the paper himself. "there's nothing much ya gotta do. it's gonna be small, back on earth at mama's house."

he looks back up to the youthful face of the navigator-engineer, and he sighs wistfully. "ya've been one a' the most important people in my life, kid, and i don't just want you there in a place that shows that importance. i need ya there."

chewing his lower lip some, he shakes his head. "i don't need none a' that other stuff they like to show in the holos. just you, standin' there beside me when she walks down the aisle. 'kay?"

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@bysk1ppy liked for a starter -> jim.

it's clear by the way that, when leonard opens the door to his quarters in his standard issue boxers with only his natural leg to keep him aloft and arm braced against the threshold, he hadn't been expecting anyone, let alone jim. rubbing his face with his free hand, the doctor cants his head.

"it ain't an emergency or you'd've used the commlink. what's goin' on?"

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@bysk1ppy ♥'d for a starter -> spock.

"i respect him 'bout as far as i can throw him," the doctor half growls under his breath, referencing a particularly difficult port authority worker that had made it near impossible for leonard to be part of the system that, in every other port, he's been vital in. which system? the order placement for the food supplies that would be brought aboard the next time they dock for restock. three years into the mission with no fucking end it seems, and he's still dealing with punks.

still, he is calmer than he would have been a year prior. and a year prior to that. and a y—

he looks up from his padd and his desk there in the medbay to the commander, cocking one of those infamous brows. "i did get the order in, though. we're primed t' get fully resupplied with something that meets everyone's nutritional needs in the crew for another two months."