Afterwards (G)

Title: Afterwards
Rating: G
Dislaimer: Farscape isn't mine, and trust me, we're all a lot happier because of it.
Setting: About a cycle after BT
Beta: None

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John sat on the edge of the bed; his head resting in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. Breathe in... breathe out. It was finally over. The lights were set to low and everyone was, at last, resting in their own quarters. It had been a long thirty-nine arns.

His stomach growled, but he ignored the protest. He was too tired to get up and go find something to eat. A small sound could be heard in the corner, and he turned his face to the small carriage D'Argo had set up by the bedside.

Good, she was still sleeping.

The last thing he needed right now was for her to wake up before Aeryn was revived from her drug-induced slumber. Did all women have that problem? Or had it merely been the human-Sebacean mix of her heritage?

D'Argo had said that LoLaan's delivery had been over forty arns, but there had been no permanent side-affects. Sebacean woman were very adaptable and strong. Probably why the High Command had fits over cross-breeding. It was too easy for them to mix.

It was little reassurance though. He turned his gaze to Aeryn sleeping peacefully under their covers, on her stomach. He smiled a little at the memory. Practically the first thing she did when the baby was finally out was to roll over to her stomach and groan in pleasure.

The second was to protest when Chiana had forced her to the refresher and helped her pee. She had insisted she didn't need to, and then was floored when she sat there for nearly 300 microts. He tried not to laugh at her tears of joy over finally being able to fully relieve herself for the first time in nearly a cycle, but she was so cute he couldn't help it.

Luckily, D'Argo had been there to cover for him and to take the blame when her head shot up to see who was being offensive. Great guy, D'Argo.

He laid back on the covers and closed his eyes, his feet hanging off the end of the bed. He really should go eat. Or shower. Or change his clothes and crawl in to bed. But he was too bone tired.

If he felt this exhausted after only helping, he could hardly imagine how Aeryn felt. Noranti had said the she would be too tired to sleep and slipped a sleeping drug into her drink, promising it wouldn't hurt the baby when she nursed.

The old witch better be right.

She gurgled next to him and he smiled before the exhaustion won, letting him rest. That had been the longest thirty-nine arns of his life. His hand reached out and rested on Aeryn's leg at the same time a soft snore escaped her lips. He smiled a little wider. Now he could sleep.