Captain Quarters, Deck 1, SSV Kursk SR-3, En route to Omega, December 16, 2197
Miranda face filled the the screen, “Everything went well. I am fine”. As she spoke I noticed the stray hairs that floated just above her black eyes. She breathed in soft but labored breaths. “Did you make the pick up?”
“Yeah. The Matriarch is on board. I invited her to dinner-”
“Theodore Thompson-Ramos, I am gone a week and you are already inviting women up to your cabin?” she said with a stern voice. But I heard the chuckle at the edge of it,
“Mrs. Ramos, I wouldn’t dream of mixing business with pleasure. Except with you, of course.”
“You arse!”
“So when can you get back?” I asked
“I should be out in a day or so, then I’ll take a shuttle to Omega.”
“Will be waiting.”
“Love you.”
“Same to you babe.”
The moment the screen switched off I let out weeks of tension in a long breath.
She is alright. Everything is alright.
I knew she would be fine. She had the best doctors and done everything to minimize the risk and maximize the chances of success. But there was always a risk, something that lurked unforeseen. And that scared me more than anything. More than pirates, mercenaries, even Reapers. The fear of loosing her.
That’s going to be a fun conversation when she gets back. But does she need to know?
