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Nyota was trying, unsuccessfully, to understand how she'd gotten to this point. It hadn't been the most pleasant of days, mostly because she'd already thrown up several times, but nothing had gone horrible wrong. She'd been glad to get off shift and return to her quarters to rest and go to the bathroom for the seventeenth time that afternoon. She'd even been planning to read that bawdy Ancient Andorian ballad Yaxaria sent her. Then she'd walked in the door, seen the picture of her sisters on the mantle....

...And instantly burst into tears. Now she was sitting on the couch bawling her eyes out for no apparent reason and wondering why there were no pickles in her room. She grabbed her PADD, sent John a message asking him to bring some, and curled up on the couch, staring at the picture and wishing Sadiki and Chiedza were there with her.

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John was fully aware of the symptoms that come with pregnancy. He'd never had to really witness it before, but he knew it happened. When she sent him a message, asking for him to bring pickles, he assumed that this was definitely one of those situations where she was feeling a bit out of sorts. he wasn't about to worry too much, but by time he made it back to her quarters, he was met with a disturbing sight.

Uhura, curled up on the couch, sobbing. John, looking no more concerned than he usually did, walked carefully over to her and sat himself down beside her, though not close because he wasn't sure what she needed and he wasn't going to overstep his bounds. He set the pickles on the table and waited, patiently for her to decide when she wanted to talk to him, if she did.

She heard him enter the room but couldn't quite bring herself to look up, not when she was crying for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Everything felt off kilter, but when she tired to examine the situation rationally nothing was wrong. At least she didn't feel nauseous anymore, just oddly discontent. His silent, unobtrusive offer to comfort her made her cry a little harder, and she turned on the couch to curl against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder.

"Sorry," she whispered. John had seen her at her lowest moments and never judged her for them, but this felt so different. There was no reason for her tears besides hormones, and while she knew that was a legitimate reason she just felt so distressingly irrational.

He wrapped his arms around her just the same, pulling her to him and letting her cry as she wished. He wasn't going to ask what was wrong until she was at least a little more coherent than she had been. In fact, he was strangely amused by the whole thing because there was no way that she was upset about something he didn't know about. If there was a reason, she'd have told him sooner. For now, he just held back a smirk, knowing full well that this was a case of hormones.

"It's fine, parrot," he replies softly. "Is there anything I can do?"

Burrowing against him and letting his embrace give her back some of her missing strength, she murmured, "I don't know. I just feel so... weirdly emotional. I came home and saw the picture of my sisters and just... started crying." She tried to press even closer, ending up half in his lap as her tears slowed to a trickle.

"Did you bring the pickles?" Because she still wanted them, even though she didn't want to let go of him just yet. She wanted so many things at the same time and wasn't sure any of them would be enough. "I'm craving pickles and the thought of Thai food makes me sick." Thai food was usually one of her favorites, but apparently she had both odd cravings and odd aversions.

Okay, he did chuckle lightly. "I'm sorry, love," he replied quickly, smirking still. She was a wreck and as much as that made him hurt because she was hurting, at the same time, the idea that the whole reason was because she was pregnant with his child was far too happy to ignore. He nodded and kissed the top of her head. "Yes, I brought them," he reached forward, grabbing them and opening the lid, pulling a spear out and holding it in front of her, "and don't think about Thai food then."

"Why are you laughing?" she asked a little sharply. Almost immediately she realized that it was the same fond laugh as always; there was no reason for her to be upset. "Sorry, I just... I feel like I'm going insane. I guess this is what the manuals meant when they said pregnancy screws with hormones."

She wiped the tears off her cheeks and pressed a quick, apologetic kiss to his lips, smiling at the sight of the pickle. "Thank you," she said, taking a bite out of it while it was still in his hand. "Oh God, that's good..."

He knows that she doesn't mean in and he simply nuzzles in against her hair, "I laugh because I know that the reason you are feeling this way is a very good reason." He kisses her again and allows her to give him the simple kiss before she takes the pickle and seems to be enjoying it much more than any sane person should. Another short laugh and John, being his ever supportive self, just holds her while she enjoys what she can.

She couldn't argue with that. "I'm going to make sure this baby knows exactly what hell he or she put me through," she said teasingly, though she didn't really mean it. But for some reason, that just made the tears start falling again. "I'm so happy, John. I don't know why I can't stop crying." The pickle helped immensely, and she hummed appreciatively and reached for the jar, wanting another. "And I swear these have never tasted so good..."

He couldn't help it. Her tears, though meant to be hormonal or maybe sad were just adorable. He chuckles because it was funny and her enjoyment of the pickles was probably the funniest part of it all. He kisses the top of her head, figuring that at least he could sit here with her while her hormones sorted out. She wouldn't stay like this for long. Her body would tire itself out eventually.

"Stop laughing at me," she protested, pouting a little, then sighed when she realized how petulant she sounded. Setting the jar of pickles down, she leaned against him and murmured a quiet, "Sorry. I never thought I'd be the crazy, hormonal type." His presence definitely helped, even though she felt a little ridiculous. "I'm glad you're amused, at least." John wasn't the type to get aggravated over much of anything - ensigns aside - but she was glad he was taking this in stride.

Not much bothered him. Well, that was good enough for him. He didn't have much to be worried about after all. She was fine, just feeling like she wasn't fine. He grinned at her, tugging her in a little bit closer and humming his response at first. "Don't be sorry," he whispered in return, "no use. You've done nothing to offend me."

"I know, I just..." She sighed again and pressed closer against him. "I love you," she murmured, knowing that continuing to talk about how strange she felt was only going to make her feel worse at this point. Instead she tried to focus on how right it felt to be in his arms. She turned her head a little to press a kiss to his neck.

He smiled at the little murmur and then the kiss. Leaning his head over on hers, he sighed, tightening his hold of her, "I know." Never good at sharing affection, but always trying the little things at least, he did what he was best at and held onto her as she curled in at his side.

"You'd better know," she replied, nuzzling closer against him, trying to get as close as she possibly could. John had always been her rock, and now that she was feeling so ridiculously irrational she needed him more than ever. "You smell good," she muttered, shifting a little to nibble on his ear.

He let her cuddle up to him and when she confessed that he smelled good, he laughed, because he hadn't even had time to shower, which means he could not possibly smell that good. He had to smell like sweat and the inside of a transporter. She nibbled on his ear and he tilted his head towards her, grinning to himself. "Love, what has gotten into you?" he teased.

"I don't know," she murmured, tilting her head so she could kiss him. "My mood swings are giving me vertigo." She licked at his lips and shifted a little to cup his cheek with her hand. Her random impulses didn't make any sense, but she didn't know what to do about it. Maybe she should ask Chrissy if she should be taking something, but she hated unnecessary medication.

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