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Day 43 // ft. Aetell Th’zei and Veveo Zh’zei, my ST ocs

#50 / Temper

“You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!” Aetell hissed at them, ridges flared and darkened. He took a step back, but Veveo just got up in his space again. Their antennae were drawn back, eyes flashing with anger. A flush spread across their blue cheeks, going all the way up to the tips of their ears.

“Why not? You get furious all the time, why can’t I?”

Aetell opened his mouth to answer, but decided to stay silent. Veveo bristled as they waited for him to respond. After a drawn out moment, they snarled.

“You’ve been acting like a coward for almost two weeks now, keeping secrets from me.”

“I’m Cardassian. It’s in my nature, my love.”

“Not like this!” It seemed they’d moved on from their original argument. Aetell resisted the urge to cross his arms over his belly, to put his hands over the child nestled inside of him. Veveo didn’t know he was pregnant yet, and he had no intention of revealing it during a real argument.

If it had been a Cardassian argument, he would have waited for just the right moment to bring out the padd with the doctor’s examination record on it, to watch as Veveo scanned the screen until they got to where the scan had confirmed an embryo.

“Like what, dear?”

“Don’t get evasive, Aetell. You’ve been leaving the house without telling me where-”

“Oh, I’m not allowed to go out? I wasn’t aware that I was a prisoner here.”

“You never leave. You hate how cold it is outside.”

“Nothing a few extra layers and a heat pack won’t fix.”

“You’ve been making calls and encrypting them so I can’t see who they’re to or how long the transmission was.”

“Again, I’m allowed to use our computer to call who I wish.” Calls to the medical center, and one call to Cardassian space to get information for his doctor here to look at.

“If they’re innocuous, then why not tell me about them? I tell you where I go and who I call, since you’re so paranoid.”

“Darling, I’ve trusted you for a few years, now. I thought that was just another little show of affection between us, to remember the old days when I was still a suspicious Gul in exile.” They growled. “Again, I’m a Cardassian, my love. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t like keeping secrets.”

“Are you cheating on me?”

“What? No!” Did Veveo really think that? “Wait, aren’t you Andorrans polyamorous? The whole… five sexes thing.”

“Four, and yes, typically, but we haven’t ever discussed it, so I assumed we were following your culture’s monogamy!”

“Yes, I figured, but-”

“Ugh, you are, aren’t you? You’re just a lying snake like every other damn Cardassian I’ve met!”

“I may be a liar, but that doesn’t mean you have the right to insult me! It’s not my fault we’re raised to be secretive. At least I wasn’t raised to be a violent fool like you were! You Andorians are practically Klingon!”

“Don’t call me a Klingon!”

And though it wasn’t a good idea, as they were both angry people prone to violence, Aetell shoved them away and sneered, “All you both care about is fighting and worthless fantasies of honor.”

Veveo snarled and launched a punch at him. He grabbed their arm. Most of their real arguments were settled in fights, where they would both attack each other until they were worn out and ready to make up. They never struck to seriously injure, knowing each other’s limits. No matter how upset they were with each other, they were still in love.

But Veveo didn’t know his limits had changed, that his abdomen would be considered off limits.

Still, he struck back, landing a hit to their eye. Their antennae pressed back against their head.

Aetell missed the next punch to his face, that knocked him backwards and made his vision blur. A hard kick to his stomach had him sprawling backwards, and he hit their kitchen table.

On the ground, he gasped and curled up, wrapping his arms around his belly. Fear immediately seized him.

“Aetell?”

“Oh, chaos, the baby…”

“Baby?” Veveo echoed, horror in their voice. “Aetell, are you pregnant?”

They knelt down next to him, all their anger gone. They tried to help him sit up, but he hissed at them, scrambling away.

“Aetell, wait!”

Aetell got to his feet and darted to the bathroom. He shut himself in, locking the door behind him and putting in a code to override the usual unlock number. He sunk down in a corner, hugging his knees with one hand, the other clutching his belly.

“Idiot, you know Andorians fight to solve their problems,” he scolded himself. “And you just had to go along with it. Foolish, now the baby’s probably-”

Chaos, he’d been so excited when the doctor told him that the baby looked perfectly healthy and viable. Provided you take extra care of yourself and your diet, the doctor had cautioned. So much for that.

Veveo knocked hard on the door, calling their husband’s name. “Aetell! Please open up! I’m sorry! I never would have hit you if I’d known you were pregnant! Aetell!”

Damn, no wonder Aetell had been behaving so strangely. Veveo wondered when he had been planning to tell them, or if he had been going to at all. They’d had no idea that Cardassians could even reproduce with an Andorian. Their physiologies just seemed far too different.

All the outings and calls must have been medical. They couldn’t imagine a hybrid between their species being healthy at all. Maybe Aetell was being so secretive about it was because he didn’t want to get their hopes up about a child that might not survive.

And what they’d done had probably just ruined their unborn child’s chance at existence.

Furious with themselves, Veveo dug their nails into their arms, backing away from the door. Worrying wasn’t going to help his husband.

They heard a quiet, muffled sound. Pressing their ear against the door, they realized the sound was Aetell crying.

“Gods, I have to do something.”

They tried to think of what they could do. Aetell wasn’t going to be unlocking the door any time soon, so there was no way they could bring him to a medical center.

“Ah-” Maybe they had no idea what doctor Aetell had been seeing, but the nearby medical center would be bound to know, and could send the doctor to their house.

“So, uh, Captain Th’zei finally told you he was expecting?” Veveo didn’t understand why the doctor was calling Aetell ‘captain,’ but now wasn’t the time to figure out what lie their husband had told now.

“Uh… Not exactly.”

“Huh? Oh, right. You wouldn’t have hit him if you’d known. Right?”

“Yes, you’re right. Cardassians are usually pretty sturdy, so the abdomen has always been a pretty safe spot for both of us.”

“Well, physical fighting is off limits, now. You’ll have to settle things the Cardassian way.”

“Cardassians don’t settle things. They love arguing.”

“I’m certain you’ll figure something out. Where is Captain Th’zei? The sooner I examine him, the better.”

“He locked himself in the bathroom. That’s why I called you here, and didn’t just take him to the medical center.”

“I see.”

They stopped in front of the bathroom door. “He’s in here.” Veveo knocked on the door again. “Aetell! I called the medical center, and they sent your doctor here! Open the door so they can check on the baby!”

After a few seconds, there was a thump, and then the door slid open. The two of them walked in. Veveo could see Aetell seated in a corner, arm flopped on the ground like he’d just thrown something. A quick glance at the floor showed that a brush had been tossed at the door panel to open it.

The Cardassians unfolded himself, quickly swiping at his eyes with his sleeve. The doctor knelt down in front of him, opening their medical case. Veveo hovered nearby, worried. They wanted to provide comfort, but knew they’d just get in the way, and that Aetell probably didn’t want them near him.

Aetell gave them a desperate look, eyes filled with tears, and they disregarded that thought. They sat down by his side, taking his hand and letting him lean his head against their shoulder. With their free hand they stroked his hair.

“Although you took a hard hit, Th’zei, the baby didn’t receive any serious damage. They’re just a bit shaken up, but it’s nothing a few days of rest won’t cure. If you feel any sort of pain in your abdomen before your exam next week, call me immediately. Other than that… I can heal your bruises, if you’d like.”

“S-sure.” A few swipes of a dermal regenerator got rid of the bruises forming on his face and abdomen. After giving Veveo their contact information, the doctor left, leaving the two of them alone.

Aetell got up and left the bathroom, heading towards their replicator. Veveo followed him. “One hot rokassa juice.” A mug of the pungent drink appeared. He took a long sip from the steaming cup, and then sighed.

Veveo warped their arms around him from behind, putting their hands on his belly. Nuzzling the back of his neck, they asked, “So, dear… when were you planning on telling me?”

“During one of our Cardassian arguments, in bed. I was going to pull out a padd with my exam records, and watch you get to the part where I received my diagnosis- pregnant, not gravid, with a singular live young, completely healthy and viable.”

“We never liked to do things the way we planned.”

“I suppose. Well, my love, what do you think?”

“Hmm?”

“Of a child. Us having a child. The first Andorian-Cardassian hybrid, a baby ‘zei.”

“I’m happy. I can’t wait to see you grow heavy with our child and I think I’ll really love being a father. How about you?”

“I’m excited. Really, I thought my tears proved I didn’t want to lose the child!” Veveo huffed. “ Anyways, I’ve always wanted to have children after discarding of my first clutch. Not so excited about carry a live child instead of a few eggs, but I’ll manage. The doctor seems confident that I’ll be able to carry to term.”

“And the birth?”

“They suggested a c-section. Once they calculate my due date, they’ll set an appointment.”

Veveo gave him a slight squeeze. “Good. Now… You need to rest. I think you’ve had enough stress for the day. I want you off your feet for at least two more days, darling.”

“Ugh, two?”

“I thought you’d be more concerned about the baby’s health, considering how hard you cried when you thought they were hurt!”

“Alright, I’m going to bed, dear.”

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