The_Sarran_Senator_by_AC_Katt

Chapter 1-1

Chapter 1

A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.

—Carl Sandburg

Castle Air: 06:00 tines

Naffie, TeBron and TeZaron’s offspring, came running into the slumber chamber to see his Earthen Zinna. ::Mommie, we have to hurry up or we’ll be late. He’s waiting for me.:: His whole body trembled with excitement. Naffie peered at Syn’s image in the mirror.

::I can help you dress, Mommie.:: Naffie stood behind her, fidgeting.

::The ship is thirty mots out. We can transport in secs. Even after the ship lands, it takes time to disembark. Why are you so wound up, sweetheart? Who’s waiting?::

Syn put her hairbrush down, swiveled her chair, and regarded her offspring in befuddlement. Ever since the Brightstar came within hailing distance, Naffie had been bubbling over with excitement.

::Someone that will be mine someday is on the ship.:: He smiled and his face lit up with joy. ::It’s something I asked the Goddess for.::

Whatever this is, it’s something Naffie really wants.

Curiosity swept over Syn’s face. She decided to probe deeper. ::Did you ask for something from Prince Juraens and Prince Mark that they’re bringing back?::

::No, but they are bringing him back with them.:: Syn turned back to her mirror, her stomach brushing the front end of the vanity.

::I’m going to see if Zadda is ready.:: Naffie ran out of the room, almost knocking over his Poppie.

Zaron put his hands on Naffie’s shoulders. “Whoa, offspring, take it easy. Zadda will still be there if you walk.” Naffie slowed down to a trot and headed for Bron.

Zaron came up behind Syn leaned over, and kissed her on the back of her neck while circling his long arms around her belly. She shivered. ::How is our femspring this rising?::

::Lively. She’s been kicking my bladder all rising, that’s why I’m running late.::

Zaron knelt in front of his PaChette. ::You don’t have to go and meet the ship, PaChette.::

::You and Bron are the WarriorPair that heads the Council of Elders, of course I have to meet the ship. Anya is also planning to go as are Ellen, Adele, and of course TeAllen and TeWell who will be there to inspect the new fems.:: Syn chuckled.

“You’re far along, PaChette, and still so active. I don’t want something to happen to you or the bebe.”

::Earthen fems work almost up to delivery. We like to be active. Actually, it’s generally better for the bebe if you are. Besides, all the other fems are just as pregnant as I am and I’m betting that most of them will show up to welcome the new ones, along with every unbonded WarriorPair on the planet.::

“TeWell and TeAllen are hopeful that the Goddess blesses them with a fem this time around,” Zaron said in a serious tone. “They are the only remaining council members who have not, as yet, bonded to a fem.”

“What are Mark and Juraens bringing back for Naffie? He said something about a ‘him’.”

::They must have found Naffie his own kitten,:: Zaron answered, touching Syn’s shoulders. Syn leaned into his caress.

::That must be it, but I’m not sure. A kitten doesn’t feel right. This is something of importance.::

“Didn’t Mark and Juraens say in their preliminary report that they bonded and their bonded had an offspring?” Syn leaned over and struggled to put on her shoes.

::Yes, a boy named Michael. Let me help, PaChette. I have no idea why you insisted on hosting this moontine. You are too far along.:: Zaron sounded worried.

::Suck it up, big guy. I’m going to be up and around until she comes down the chute. I’m no wilting flower. Besides, the most senior officers host. That is the tradition. I refuse to make an exception unless I am actually in labor. Besides, all the bonded fem are pregnant. Who is going to host if we don’t?::

::Brok and Tack could have handled this. We could have served Sarran food and fabricated the Earthen dishes.::

“We can’t welcome Princess Sara, her offspring, and the senator with fabricated food. They had enough of that onboard. I prepared for this. I put cooked food in stasis. Brok and Tack only need to heat it up and add the Sarran delicacies. Princess Sara is a pastry chef. I’m afraid my dessert offerings won’t be up to her standard.” Syn sighed as she picked up the brush to finish styling her hair. Even though she was the highest ranking fem on the planet, meeting new people unnerved her because of her past.

::Your desserts are spectacular. And you mustn’t worry, the princess will love you as we all do.:: Zaron removed the brush from her hand. ::I’ll do that, PaChette.::

Syn looked up to Zaron and smiled. ::I was hoping you’d say that. You and Bron wield this styling brush far better than I do.::

Syn c****d her head. ::About Naffie, maybe he’s looking forward to having a friend.::

::That’s probably what it is. I used to travel halfway across the planet to see Bron and Juraens.::