Lt. JG Natasha Cole - A Taste of Home

[Natasha Schell]

((Richards-Dakora Family Quarters Deck 6, USS Artemis))

 

Natasha entered the room to see her friend pop up from where she was sitting next to her babies with a smile.

 

Cole: Hi, I hope I’m not interrupting nap time?

 

Richards: Nah. Not at all. They were actually just picking on each other. Still brand new and already making each other cry. 

 

Sam had gestured towards the couch as Nat stepped further into the room.

 

Cole: I brought presents for the babies.

 

She shifted the two stuffed animals into her palms, holding them out with a small grin, she admittedly agonized over this decision far longer than anyone would expect.

 

Richards: That is really sweet. Thank you.

 

Cole: Yours, though… I’ll need to borrow your replicator for that one.

 

Richards: It’s right over there. Help yourself. 

 

One of her babies started to let out small cries, just before Sam scooped them both up and began to rock them slowly with a slight bounce that was instinctual to anyone familiar with soothing babies. Natasha smiled at that as she walked over towards the replicator. She knew Sam would have motherhood down.

 

Cole: Looks like they are making themselves at home. ::tapping through the menus:: how are you doing?

 

Richards: Oh yeah, they seem to be adjusting well. As for me… I’m figuring things out as I go. 

 

Natasha smiled as she found she was able to access her personal replicator menu from here. She tapped a few buttons giving Samantha access and set the replicator to prepare two.

 

Cole: I remember taking care of Juno, when Mom and ::exhaled sigh:: the Commander, would be away on field research or assignments. It can be overwhelming, but ::looking at the babies:: also rewarding.

 

Natasha noticed Sam peek around her as she bounced the babies.

 

Richards: So… What is it?

 

Cole: This is a family recipe that has been entrusted to me by my Aunt Rea, though I’m still not sure if she’s related by blood, fate, or some classified paradox. She just… appears when she knows I need her. But trust me, one bite, and you’ll understand why we don’t ask questions.

 

Richards: Response

 

Cole: ::stepping to the side as the replicator finished with a flourish of her hand:: Ta da …My Aunt Rea’s Cherry Pastries, topped with Whipped Cream of course.

 

Richards: Response

 

Cole: Would you like me to hold one of them, so you could eat?

 

Richards: Response

 

Tags/TBC

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Lt. JG Natasha Cole
Security Officer
USS Artemis-A
Writer ID A240205NC4