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Title: The Rocking Horse
Author: CrusheronPicard
Disclaimer: I do not and have never owned the characters within these
stories, I just think they need to be allowed to breath ever once in a
while.
AN: This is not my first piece of Star Trek fan fiction, I use to
write Spock/Christine fiction as well. Though lately I have come to
enjoy the 'romance' or lack there of Jean-Luc and Beverly enjoyed. In
my world they are a happily married couple, after all even 'All Good
Things' hinted at the chance one day they would both come to terms
with their mutual very admitted feelings. As I write more you will see
I keep to the same theme in all my work, basically stay in my own
universe that could happen! Anyway, comments good and bad welcome.
As time grew closer for their son to be born, Jean-Luc knew he needed
to contact his sister-in-law, Marie Picard. He and Beverly had spent
weeks talking about names and had finally settled on one, Rene Howard
Picard. Their son's name would be a fitting interweaving of their two
heritages. However, before they made it official Jean-Luc thought he
owed it to the mother of the person their son would be named after.
For him, it was 0300 hours but in France it would be just after dinner
which Marie ate promptly at 1800 hours. He carefully rose from the bed
as to not awaken his sleeping wife. The distinguished Captain grabbed
his robe and slipped it on, tying it in a figure four knot. He turned
back to make sure he didn't awaken Beverly who, like him was a light
sleeper. In the low light of the quarters he shared with his wife, he
slipped out of their private bedroom, moving to the outer room and his
desk. Once he was seated at it he requested a communications channel.
"Chief Pendleton, open a channel to Earth specifically, Château
Picard, La Barre, France."
"Aye sir," the deep voice of his Communication's chief replied.
As he waited his mind filled with thoughts of their child. This being
his first experience with pending fatherhood was a learning
experience. As the Captain of a Starship he had been witness to the
entrance of new life. None had been such as enduring to him as the
thought of a part of him...part of them growing inside his wife.
Though he had been apprehensive at first, of having a child, once he
saw the image of him on the bio scanner he was hopelessly taken by
him. The boy was perfect, from his nose, which was more like Beverly's
than his own, to the cleft he had in his chin that by the time of his
birth would be filled by baby fat.
Soon, the face of his sister-in-law smiled at him, "Jean-Luc what a
pleasure, mon cher. How is Beverly?" Her voice radiated concern. Last
she had talked to Jean-Luc, Beverly was having some typical
complications that came along with pregnancy. Marie, who had given
birth to Rene later in her own life as well, though she had been
younger than Beverly was now.
"She's fine, and sends her love and thanks for the baguette recipe,"
He told her.
She laughed a bit, "Well, I can't take the credit for it. After all it
was your mere's."
"Ahhhh, yes," he recalled his mother's bread with fondness. "Marie, I
contacted you for a reason, Beverly and I decided on a name for our
son, and before we shared it with others we thought I should share it
with you first." He told her as heard a noise come from the direction
of their bedroom. His face turned towards it as he smiled looking at
his wife who waddled closer to him.
He had always found the miracle of life magical, now Beverly was going
to give life to his own miracle. Her normally curvaceous body was
amplified by fuller breasts and high carried rounded midsection. Even
in this low light he could see the radiating glow of motherhood about
her. It increased her beauty, "Did I awaken you?" he asked concerned
before turning back to Marie.
"I heard talking and, well after our talk last night and considering
the time on Earth, I figured you must be talking to Marie." She said
as she moved closer to her husband, her full rounded abdomen came into
view.
"Still, you should be lying down," Jean-Luc rose from his seat so his
wife could sit rather than stand since she was nearing her final month
of pregnancy, and Dr. Selar barely allowed her out of bed. Despite the
times when medical technology was so advanced, there were still
complications that occurred. In Beverly's case she had been undergoing
the onset of pre-term labor.
Beverly sighed as she took the seat, "I wanted to be here, Jean-Luc."
Marie's face contorted in confusion, as she interrupted the couple.
"What is this all about? Jean-Luc you don't call that often."
Jean-Luc took a seat on the arm of the chair so he might be in view of
the image scanner. "Beverly and I have decided on a name for our son,"
he explained quickly to ease any fears he might have brought about.
After a slight pause he continued, "We plan to name him Rene Howard
Picard, in honor of my nephew, your son."
Marie paused as her lips slightly parted and she looked at the pair.
It took a moment for her to regain her voice, and before she did a
tear welled in her eyes before dropping. "Oh Jean-Luc…" her words came
out slightly tremored as she choked up with emotions. Before Jean-Luc
or Beverly could question her thoughts on it a bright smile came to
her face, "Robert and Rene would be so pleased." She wiped the fallen
tear for her cheek as she looked at them.
Jean-Luc and Beverly smiled in unison. "We, both thought it was
fitting." Beverly said warmly. They had decided since their first and
most likely only child was to be a son, they would give him a French
first name, where as if the baby would have been a daughter she would
have had a Scottish first name.
"So tell me what does he look like? Who does he favor?" Marie inquired
carefully.
Before the doctor answer, Rene connected his foot in a rather painful
manner with her ribs. Beverly's right hand fell to her ever expanding
belly as she carefully shifted her son's foot away from her ribs. The
boy was going to be one hell of a soccer player. She knew far too
well, once he started to become active she would get her normal
craving for Hotch-Potch, "Jean-Luc…"
Her husband, the doting man he had proven to be ever since she had
become pregnant, rose from his seat and over to the replicator.
"Computer, I need Picard recipe 148a." It was a piping hot bowl of
Hotch-Potch heavy on the carrots, cabbage and light on the barley.
When the replicator complied he pulled the frothy soup from the
dispenser. Carefully, he carried the tray it rested upon, and set it
down on the table. He knew all to well, it was much easier for her to
return to sleep if they quenched their son's hunger.
Beverly had watched what he had done and smiled as she placed her hand
on her abdomen, "See…even your daddy know you too well already Rene."
She turned her attention back to Marie, "the baby finds odd times to
want a snack."
Marie laughed a bit and then nodded, "I remember that all to well,
with me it was pickled pigs feet. I couldn't get enough of them." She
paused and then told them, "I'll let you both go…oh before I forget, I
forwarded something of yours to Starbase 74, Jean-Luc."
Before he could question what it was the screen when black and the
Starfleet insignia was displayed. "I wonder what it could be," Jean-
Luc said as he helped his wife up from the chair.
"What I wonder is which gift will you see first," She told him as she
waddled to the table.
~-~
Three weeks later a new proud father slowly walked his family through
the Promenade of the starbase to the parcels department. He could have
just as easily had the package beamed aboard, or transferred with the
rest of the supplies they had come to pick up. IN fact he would have
preferred to under the circumstances. Rene was still far too young to
be venturing on a starbase in his mind. Today was his only two week
birthday. As he looked over at his wife who displayed only minor signs
of discomfort, other then her snails pace. Beverly's labor had
progressed slowly but normally, up to the last hour, when she grew too
tired, after 17 hours. Their son had a healthy weighed 3.7kg and was
49.26cm long. This made the boy just a bit too big, for her frame, and
age. At 0715 hours Dr. Selar decided he would be delivered via
Cesarean section. Thankful, both Beverly and Rene endured the
procedure with flying colors, to Jean-Luc's delight, even if his hand
was grateful when it was over. He had been greatly surprised by the
strength she displayed. Even now, the bruises from her pressure where
still a very faint yellow. Something he wore, with pride, much like
his uniform.
When Beverly insisted this must be something too delicate to leave to
transporters, he agreed. It was harder however to agree when she
insisted on joining him with Rene. It was only after he lost the
logical argument of the reasons they should not, that he agree they
could. When they arrived he told the Duty Chief, "We are here to pick
up a package from Earth for Captain Jean-Luc Picard and Doctor Beverly
Crusher, care of the USS Enterprise." He used the air of his
Captaincy.
The man tapped his padd, "Give me one moment while I get it for you."
He left quickly to retrieve the parcel in an old fashion wooden crate.
"I wonder what it is," Beverly whispered as she looked at their son
who was sleeping in her arms.
Picard nodded at her, "as do I, but it won't be too much longer now."
He told her as they waited to the man to come back with the package.
~-~
Jean-Luc removed the last fastener, and the box fell open waking Rene
in the process, as he cried from being startled by the noise Beverly
comforted him, by rocking him carefully in her arms, humming a lullaby
to their scared son, all the while looking at the antique Rocking
Horse that had been inside. The thick black mane and tail it once had
were gone, replace by golden ones, even the leather riding saddle had
been replaced as well. No doubt they were lost in the fire, even the
markings that had once defined it as Arabian were gone. It now looked
like Picard's first horse, "Delmon," he whispered.
Author: CrusheronPicard
Disclaimer: I do not and have never owned the characters within these
stories, I just think they need to be allowed to breath ever once in a
while.
AN: This is not my first piece of Star Trek fan fiction, I use to
write Spock/Christine fiction as well. Though lately I have come to
enjoy the 'romance' or lack there of Jean-Luc and Beverly enjoyed. In
my world they are a happily married couple, after all even 'All Good
Things' hinted at the chance one day they would both come to terms
with their mutual very admitted feelings. As I write more you will see
I keep to the same theme in all my work, basically stay in my own
universe that could happen! Anyway, comments good and bad welcome.
As time grew closer for their son to be born, Jean-Luc knew he needed
to contact his sister-in-law, Marie Picard. He and Beverly had spent
weeks talking about names and had finally settled on one, Rene Howard
Picard. Their son's name would be a fitting interweaving of their two
heritages. However, before they made it official Jean-Luc thought he
owed it to the mother of the person their son would be named after.
For him, it was 0300 hours but in France it would be just after dinner
which Marie ate promptly at 1800 hours. He carefully rose from the bed
as to not awaken his sleeping wife. The distinguished Captain grabbed
his robe and slipped it on, tying it in a figure four knot. He turned
back to make sure he didn't awaken Beverly who, like him was a light
sleeper. In the low light of the quarters he shared with his wife, he
slipped out of their private bedroom, moving to the outer room and his
desk. Once he was seated at it he requested a communications channel.
"Chief Pendleton, open a channel to Earth specifically, Château
Picard, La Barre, France."
"Aye sir," the deep voice of his Communication's chief replied.
As he waited his mind filled with thoughts of their child. This being
his first experience with pending fatherhood was a learning
experience. As the Captain of a Starship he had been witness to the
entrance of new life. None had been such as enduring to him as the
thought of a part of him...part of them growing inside his wife.
Though he had been apprehensive at first, of having a child, once he
saw the image of him on the bio scanner he was hopelessly taken by
him. The boy was perfect, from his nose, which was more like Beverly's
than his own, to the cleft he had in his chin that by the time of his
birth would be filled by baby fat.
Soon, the face of his sister-in-law smiled at him, "Jean-Luc what a
pleasure, mon cher. How is Beverly?" Her voice radiated concern. Last
she had talked to Jean-Luc, Beverly was having some typical
complications that came along with pregnancy. Marie, who had given
birth to Rene later in her own life as well, though she had been
younger than Beverly was now.
"She's fine, and sends her love and thanks for the baguette recipe,"
He told her.
She laughed a bit, "Well, I can't take the credit for it. After all it
was your mere's."
"Ahhhh, yes," he recalled his mother's bread with fondness. "Marie, I
contacted you for a reason, Beverly and I decided on a name for our
son, and before we shared it with others we thought I should share it
with you first." He told her as heard a noise come from the direction
of their bedroom. His face turned towards it as he smiled looking at
his wife who waddled closer to him.
He had always found the miracle of life magical, now Beverly was going
to give life to his own miracle. Her normally curvaceous body was
amplified by fuller breasts and high carried rounded midsection. Even
in this low light he could see the radiating glow of motherhood about
her. It increased her beauty, "Did I awaken you?" he asked concerned
before turning back to Marie.
"I heard talking and, well after our talk last night and considering
the time on Earth, I figured you must be talking to Marie." She said
as she moved closer to her husband, her full rounded abdomen came into
view.
"Still, you should be lying down," Jean-Luc rose from his seat so his
wife could sit rather than stand since she was nearing her final month
of pregnancy, and Dr. Selar barely allowed her out of bed. Despite the
times when medical technology was so advanced, there were still
complications that occurred. In Beverly's case she had been undergoing
the onset of pre-term labor.
Beverly sighed as she took the seat, "I wanted to be here, Jean-Luc."
Marie's face contorted in confusion, as she interrupted the couple.
"What is this all about? Jean-Luc you don't call that often."
Jean-Luc took a seat on the arm of the chair so he might be in view of
the image scanner. "Beverly and I have decided on a name for our son,"
he explained quickly to ease any fears he might have brought about.
After a slight pause he continued, "We plan to name him Rene Howard
Picard, in honor of my nephew, your son."
Marie paused as her lips slightly parted and she looked at the pair.
It took a moment for her to regain her voice, and before she did a
tear welled in her eyes before dropping. "Oh Jean-Luc…" her words came
out slightly tremored as she choked up with emotions. Before Jean-Luc
or Beverly could question her thoughts on it a bright smile came to
her face, "Robert and Rene would be so pleased." She wiped the fallen
tear for her cheek as she looked at them.
Jean-Luc and Beverly smiled in unison. "We, both thought it was
fitting." Beverly said warmly. They had decided since their first and
most likely only child was to be a son, they would give him a French
first name, where as if the baby would have been a daughter she would
have had a Scottish first name.
"So tell me what does he look like? Who does he favor?" Marie inquired
carefully.
Before the doctor answer, Rene connected his foot in a rather painful
manner with her ribs. Beverly's right hand fell to her ever expanding
belly as she carefully shifted her son's foot away from her ribs. The
boy was going to be one hell of a soccer player. She knew far too
well, once he started to become active she would get her normal
craving for Hotch-Potch, "Jean-Luc…"
Her husband, the doting man he had proven to be ever since she had
become pregnant, rose from his seat and over to the replicator.
"Computer, I need Picard recipe 148a." It was a piping hot bowl of
Hotch-Potch heavy on the carrots, cabbage and light on the barley.
When the replicator complied he pulled the frothy soup from the
dispenser. Carefully, he carried the tray it rested upon, and set it
down on the table. He knew all to well, it was much easier for her to
return to sleep if they quenched their son's hunger.
Beverly had watched what he had done and smiled as she placed her hand
on her abdomen, "See…even your daddy know you too well already Rene."
She turned her attention back to Marie, "the baby finds odd times to
want a snack."
Marie laughed a bit and then nodded, "I remember that all to well,
with me it was pickled pigs feet. I couldn't get enough of them." She
paused and then told them, "I'll let you both go…oh before I forget, I
forwarded something of yours to Starbase 74, Jean-Luc."
Before he could question what it was the screen when black and the
Starfleet insignia was displayed. "I wonder what it could be," Jean-
Luc said as he helped his wife up from the chair.
"What I wonder is which gift will you see first," She told him as she
waddled to the table.
~-~
Three weeks later a new proud father slowly walked his family through
the Promenade of the starbase to the parcels department. He could have
just as easily had the package beamed aboard, or transferred with the
rest of the supplies they had come to pick up. IN fact he would have
preferred to under the circumstances. Rene was still far too young to
be venturing on a starbase in his mind. Today was his only two week
birthday. As he looked over at his wife who displayed only minor signs
of discomfort, other then her snails pace. Beverly's labor had
progressed slowly but normally, up to the last hour, when she grew too
tired, after 17 hours. Their son had a healthy weighed 3.7kg and was
49.26cm long. This made the boy just a bit too big, for her frame, and
age. At 0715 hours Dr. Selar decided he would be delivered via
Cesarean section. Thankful, both Beverly and Rene endured the
procedure with flying colors, to Jean-Luc's delight, even if his hand
was grateful when it was over. He had been greatly surprised by the
strength she displayed. Even now, the bruises from her pressure where
still a very faint yellow. Something he wore, with pride, much like
his uniform.
When Beverly insisted this must be something too delicate to leave to
transporters, he agreed. It was harder however to agree when she
insisted on joining him with Rene. It was only after he lost the
logical argument of the reasons they should not, that he agree they
could. When they arrived he told the Duty Chief, "We are here to pick
up a package from Earth for Captain Jean-Luc Picard and Doctor Beverly
Crusher, care of the USS Enterprise." He used the air of his
Captaincy.
The man tapped his padd, "Give me one moment while I get it for you."
He left quickly to retrieve the parcel in an old fashion wooden crate.
"I wonder what it is," Beverly whispered as she looked at their son
who was sleeping in her arms.
Picard nodded at her, "as do I, but it won't be too much longer now."
He told her as they waited to the man to come back with the package.
~-~
Jean-Luc removed the last fastener, and the box fell open waking Rene
in the process, as he cried from being startled by the noise Beverly
comforted him, by rocking him carefully in her arms, humming a lullaby
to their scared son, all the while looking at the antique Rocking
Horse that had been inside. The thick black mane and tail it once had
were gone, replace by golden ones, even the leather riding saddle had
been replaced as well. No doubt they were lost in the fire, even the
markings that had once defined it as Arabian were gone. It now looked
like Picard's first horse, "Delmon," he whispered.