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Post by Kira Noriye on Mar 16, 2006 22:16:32 GMT -5
Zach and Noriye arrive back to their home after spending a good three hours at the mall. They had gotten everything that a baby could ever want and need--a crib, clothing, toys, diapers, food--now it was time to bring it all in and set it up. Well, Zach had to bring it in and set it up: Noriye's hands were full--literally--with the baby girl, who slept soundly witin her arms.
Noriye stepped into the livingroom, grinning back at her husband as he stumbled through the front door with a large box in his hands.
"Sorry hon. Wish I could help you."
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Post by Zach Thompson on Mar 16, 2006 22:20:53 GMT -5
*Zach huffs.*
"Uh-huh. I heard that tone. You're enjoying yourself way too much to be sincere."
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Post by Kira Noriye on Mar 16, 2006 22:26:38 GMT -5
"Hey I enjoy watching you work."
Better you than me, she thinks with a sneer.
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Post by Zach Thompson on Mar 16, 2006 22:30:26 GMT -5
*Zach nods, not fooled by the compliment.*
"Right...so where do you want this?"
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Post by Kira Noriye on Mar 16, 2006 22:32:48 GMT -5
"Um..spare room I guess. The only logical place, isn't it?"
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Post by Zach Thompson on Mar 16, 2006 22:34:48 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah..."
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Post by Kira Noriye on Mar 16, 2006 22:40:55 GMT -5
*Zach takes the box into the spare bedroom, while Noriye sits down the sofa. She shifts the infant slightly in her arms, careful not to wake her. Soon, she hears Zach hollering to her from the other room.*
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Post by Zach Thompson on Mar 16, 2006 22:41:54 GMT -5
"Noriye, what are we gonna do with all this extra stuff in here?"
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Post by Kira Noriye on Mar 16, 2006 22:43:27 GMT -5
"I guess you'll have to move it down to the basement. Get the boys to help you."
*Noriye heard her husband muttering, and she had to stifle a laugh. Then she heard him pound on their son's door.*
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Post by Zach Thompson on Mar 16, 2006 22:52:39 GMT -5
"Arman, turn off that music and come out here for a minute....Arman!"
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Post by Kira Noriye on Mar 16, 2006 23:04:39 GMT -5
*Galen heard his father yelling and came out into the living room.*
Galen: What the heck is going....*eyes widen* mom?!
*Noriye smiled at him like nothing out of the ordinary was taking place.*
Noriye: Hi honey.
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Post by Zach Thompson on Mar 16, 2006 23:18:34 GMT -5
*Finally, Zach had managed to get Arman out of his room.*
Arman: Would you quit yelling already?! Jeez...what do you want?
Zach: *ignoring his attitude for the time being* You and your brother need to come help me. We've got some things to clear out of the spare room.
*Arman groans, acting like his father's trying to murder him.*
Arman: *muttering* This is so lame.
*He starts out into the front room: his dad is right behind.*
Zach: Hey, it's not like I ask you to help me all that often. It won't hurt you.
*Arman rolls his eyes. His expression changes, however, as soon as he steps out into the front room and sees his mom with a Cardassian baby. He freezes in his tracks and gapes at her.*
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Post by Kira Noriye on Mar 16, 2006 23:35:17 GMT -5
*Galen's expression matched his brother's. But, unlike Arman, he was able to speak.*
Galen: Mom...*blinks* That's a Cardassian baby. What...what are you...
Noriye: *still smiling* What am I doing? I'm holding your new sister.
Galen: Sister?!
Arman: No way...
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Post by Zach Thompson on Mar 16, 2006 23:39:42 GMT -5
*Zach slaps Arman on the shoulder.*
"Way. Your mother and I are going to adopt her."
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Post by Kira Noriye on Mar 16, 2006 23:56:54 GMT -5
Galen: Adopt? But...doesn't she have parents already? I don't understand...
Noriye: *sighs* She was orphaned, Galen. Your father rescued her from the cargo ship that the Romulans attacked.
Arman: *shaking his head* Dude, this is confusing...why'd ya have to lay it on us tonight?
Noriye: Why not tonight?
Arman: I dunno...too late in the evening?
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