Katarina's laughter rang through the house, and she wiped her fingers under her eyes to catch the moisture, "I 'lways knew tha' dock was gonna go ou' one o' these days. Jist didn' thin' it would be tha' way."
It was another afternoon with the comlink reflecting the Smith house on Hope. Katarina tried to have a weekly conversation with her family, if at all possible. There was something to seeing their faces as opposed to just their voices. The familiar scene and stories of familiar places helped to ease the pangs of homesickness in her heart often. Sometimes Locke talked, sometimes he didn't, but it didn't matter to her. Any type of supportive family relationship was good for him.
Presently, Hannah's face scrunched as she rolled her blue eyes, "Well, it's nah like it's really gonna harm anythin', an' 'm sure tha' someone'll hav' it fixed up 'n no time. It's already summa weather." To accentuate her point, she fanned her face with her hand. "Makes me feel th' itch comin' on."
Katarina knew just what kind of itch her little sister meant, "Yeah, summer'll do tha'. Ya could 'lways visit us, an' spend th' summer here. Who knows, maybe you'll wanna stay."
Locke had said his hellos to Katarina's mother and father early in the comm conversation, before excusing himself to do laundry. It was one of his favorite chores, sorting out the whites, darks, and bright colors that needed to be washed together lest they bleed and ruin other clothes. He took freshly washed clothes out of the washer, opened up the dryer, and piled them in, making sure the load was balanced and a fresh sheet of fabric softener was tossed in. After checking the lint trap, and disposing of a small ball of purplish fluff, he hip-checked the dryer door shut and turned it on, before loading the washer with whites. Once the washer was loaded, and detergent had been poured in, he turned it on, and exited the room, picking up a basket of warm towels and carrying it downstairs with him to fold. It took the towels farther from where they would ultimately be stored, but the company downstairs couldn't be beat.
"Kin't leave, now. Gotta stick thin's out till th' end o' th' year, and by then, who knows?" Hannah a slight, single-shouldered shrug.
The comment had Katarina frowning, "Uh..why do ya hav'ta wait? Ya go' somethin' planned?" She squinted her eyes then, "A boyfriend?"
"Oh, no Katie." Hannah blushed a little, and it deepened as she tried to backpedal away from the conversation, "Jist... yanno, new year, new start?" Just as Katarina was about to call her sister's bluff, Hannah leaned away from the video and covered the mic on the comm to yell muffled words. Katarina wasn't amused.
Suddenly, Lance appeared on the screen next to Hannah, "Hey sis, callin' earlier than usual." He rubbed the back of his neck.
The gesture was a telling sign, and Katarina rose her brows, "Wha's goin' 'n? Wha's Hannah talkin' 'bout?" She crossed her arms.
"Well.. I kin't say.." when Hannah elbowed him, he frowned at her and rubbed his accosted stomach, "Well, allrigh' allrigh'. Hannah may be eludin' ta helpin' me ou', 'cause Bethany's expectin'."
It was the lackluster announcement that threw Katarina off, "She's wha'?" Even though she had heard the words, she asked for clarification nonetheless. A beat later, her brain was able to put the message together. "WHAT!?" She then gave a whoop followed by laughter, "Tha's fantastic!"
Locke heard the murmurs of their conversation from the neighboring room as he began folding the towels. It was a chore that he usually left to Katarina, since she could turn off her mods and better appreciate the warm fabric, but he had decided to take care of it while she was on the comm. That was, of course, until he heard a shout from the other room. He tensed up briefly, but soon realized it was a happy shout, particularly when he heard her whoop and laugh. He set aside the hand towel he was about to fold, and ambled into the room. "What is the rumpus all about?" he asked, scratching his head in confusion.
"Lance's girlfriend's havin' a baby!" She pointed to her brother's red, grinning face in the comm.
"Yeah, due 'round th' end o' th' year. Jist was waitin' fer th' righ' time ta share th' news, yanno?" He lifted a hand briefly to acknowledge Locke's additional presence.
"Firs' Smith o' th' new generation 'n our end." Katarina was positively beaming, "How's Bethany feelin'?"
"Wors' has passed, I thin'. We're startin' ta build our own place 'n th' lot. Make it our own, an' all tha'."
"Well, congratulations, mate!" Locke's smile was warm, albeit slightly forced. Lance likely wouldn't notice, but Katarina probably would if she looked closer at him. "I suspect you have been bombarded with the standard questions on it all, yeah?" With that many Smiths together, Locke's accent drifted slightly closer to their own
"Tha', an' then some." The admission to Locke relaxed Lance a little. It may have been to the additional male company.
"They're doin' jist shiny." Hannah tried to put her head back into the frame again, "Bu'.. I would like ta stay 'round, see my first niece er nephew before headin' your way, er any way fer tha' matter."
"End o' th' year..." Katarina rubbed her hands together, "Migh' be able ta jist make it ou', or shortly following. I'll see wha' I kin do."
"Yeah, I'd like tha', if it works out." There were smiles followed by silent communication that spokes volumes to the family's bond. A few beats later, Lance cleared his throat, "We'll talk later, yeah? Day's nah over yet, an' we're 'n a flurry ova here ta make sure thin's ar' settled fer the summa."
"Yeah, there's plenty o' time fer tha'. Congrats, bro. Send it ova ta Bethy, yeah?"
"Yeah, I will." With another slight wave to Locke, Lance stepped out of the frame.
"Think it's time fer me ta go, too. We'll talk next week. Love ya, sis." Hannah made a kissing moton.
"Love ya, too." Katarina returned the gesture before flicking the comlink off.
Locke didn't press Lance any further by asking those exact questions that fathers-to-be usually got. He knew the general time when the baby would be born, and it didn't really matter to him at this point if it was a boy or a girl. Really, to Locke, it didn't matter. He smiled brightly for Hannah and Lance, letting Katarina say her goodbyes to her siblings before the comm screen flickered off.
"Surprise?"
"Very." She ran her finger through her hair deeply, distributing the large curls into a less organized fashion. "Wow, tha's crazy!" She laughed and shook her head, "I like her well 'nough. Bethany, tha' is. I think... I think they'll be good parents."
"Have they been together long?" The question was Locke's way of poking and prodding at deeper issues, the issues that had made his smile not 100% genuine. "I don't think we met her while we were visiting Hope, but that was...almost three years ago, yeah?"
"Nah, they weren't really togetha, then. It's a differen' community.. differen' way o' doin' thin's, yanno? They've known each other they're whole lives. I'd say they've been real serious for..." she pursed her lips, and frowned in thought, "A year, maybe? Somethin' like tha'."
"Hmmm...a bit like a lot of RhyDin romances, that. Well, minus the knowing each other their whole lives part." Locke shook his head, seeing his comparison fall apart under further scrutiny. "Well, I suppose it doesn't really matter. You're going to be an aunt!" He gave her a big hug, lifting her off of the ground.
She laughed as he picked her up, holding onto him tightly, "Bout time! An' ya a' uncle." She tapped the tip of his nose, "Course, this kid's gonna hav' more family than he er she will know wha' to do wit'." Her smile faltered a little, "Makes me a li'l sad tha' we aren' closer."
"I'm an uncle?" He crossed his eyes when his nose was tapped, before rubbing his chin at the thought. "Is that how it works for in-laws?" Again, Locke shook his head, smiling. "That's a good thing, though, right? Having so much family?" He saw the wistfulness of her smile, and the ache for her family that came with her last set of words as he set her down from the bear hug. He kept his arms around her still.
"Yeah, tha's jist how it works, Uncle Lockely. An'... yanno how th' stories, go, righ'? Th' bes' influence 'n a kids life is his er her uncle. Usually th' one nah by blood, righ'?" She teased him, keeping her arms snug and settled around his neck.
It was another afternoon with the comlink reflecting the Smith house on Hope. Katarina tried to have a weekly conversation with her family, if at all possible. There was something to seeing their faces as opposed to just their voices. The familiar scene and stories of familiar places helped to ease the pangs of homesickness in her heart often. Sometimes Locke talked, sometimes he didn't, but it didn't matter to her. Any type of supportive family relationship was good for him.
Presently, Hannah's face scrunched as she rolled her blue eyes, "Well, it's nah like it's really gonna harm anythin', an' 'm sure tha' someone'll hav' it fixed up 'n no time. It's already summa weather." To accentuate her point, she fanned her face with her hand. "Makes me feel th' itch comin' on."
Katarina knew just what kind of itch her little sister meant, "Yeah, summer'll do tha'. Ya could 'lways visit us, an' spend th' summer here. Who knows, maybe you'll wanna stay."
Locke had said his hellos to Katarina's mother and father early in the comm conversation, before excusing himself to do laundry. It was one of his favorite chores, sorting out the whites, darks, and bright colors that needed to be washed together lest they bleed and ruin other clothes. He took freshly washed clothes out of the washer, opened up the dryer, and piled them in, making sure the load was balanced and a fresh sheet of fabric softener was tossed in. After checking the lint trap, and disposing of a small ball of purplish fluff, he hip-checked the dryer door shut and turned it on, before loading the washer with whites. Once the washer was loaded, and detergent had been poured in, he turned it on, and exited the room, picking up a basket of warm towels and carrying it downstairs with him to fold. It took the towels farther from where they would ultimately be stored, but the company downstairs couldn't be beat.
"Kin't leave, now. Gotta stick thin's out till th' end o' th' year, and by then, who knows?" Hannah a slight, single-shouldered shrug.
The comment had Katarina frowning, "Uh..why do ya hav'ta wait? Ya go' somethin' planned?" She squinted her eyes then, "A boyfriend?"
"Oh, no Katie." Hannah blushed a little, and it deepened as she tried to backpedal away from the conversation, "Jist... yanno, new year, new start?" Just as Katarina was about to call her sister's bluff, Hannah leaned away from the video and covered the mic on the comm to yell muffled words. Katarina wasn't amused.
Suddenly, Lance appeared on the screen next to Hannah, "Hey sis, callin' earlier than usual." He rubbed the back of his neck.
The gesture was a telling sign, and Katarina rose her brows, "Wha's goin' 'n? Wha's Hannah talkin' 'bout?" She crossed her arms.
"Well.. I kin't say.." when Hannah elbowed him, he frowned at her and rubbed his accosted stomach, "Well, allrigh' allrigh'. Hannah may be eludin' ta helpin' me ou', 'cause Bethany's expectin'."
It was the lackluster announcement that threw Katarina off, "She's wha'?" Even though she had heard the words, she asked for clarification nonetheless. A beat later, her brain was able to put the message together. "WHAT!?" She then gave a whoop followed by laughter, "Tha's fantastic!"
Locke heard the murmurs of their conversation from the neighboring room as he began folding the towels. It was a chore that he usually left to Katarina, since she could turn off her mods and better appreciate the warm fabric, but he had decided to take care of it while she was on the comm. That was, of course, until he heard a shout from the other room. He tensed up briefly, but soon realized it was a happy shout, particularly when he heard her whoop and laugh. He set aside the hand towel he was about to fold, and ambled into the room. "What is the rumpus all about?" he asked, scratching his head in confusion.
"Lance's girlfriend's havin' a baby!" She pointed to her brother's red, grinning face in the comm.
"Yeah, due 'round th' end o' th' year. Jist was waitin' fer th' righ' time ta share th' news, yanno?" He lifted a hand briefly to acknowledge Locke's additional presence.
"Firs' Smith o' th' new generation 'n our end." Katarina was positively beaming, "How's Bethany feelin'?"
"Wors' has passed, I thin'. We're startin' ta build our own place 'n th' lot. Make it our own, an' all tha'."
"Well, congratulations, mate!" Locke's smile was warm, albeit slightly forced. Lance likely wouldn't notice, but Katarina probably would if she looked closer at him. "I suspect you have been bombarded with the standard questions on it all, yeah?" With that many Smiths together, Locke's accent drifted slightly closer to their own
"Tha', an' then some." The admission to Locke relaxed Lance a little. It may have been to the additional male company.
"They're doin' jist shiny." Hannah tried to put her head back into the frame again, "Bu'.. I would like ta stay 'round, see my first niece er nephew before headin' your way, er any way fer tha' matter."
"End o' th' year..." Katarina rubbed her hands together, "Migh' be able ta jist make it ou', or shortly following. I'll see wha' I kin do."
"Yeah, I'd like tha', if it works out." There were smiles followed by silent communication that spokes volumes to the family's bond. A few beats later, Lance cleared his throat, "We'll talk later, yeah? Day's nah over yet, an' we're 'n a flurry ova here ta make sure thin's ar' settled fer the summa."
"Yeah, there's plenty o' time fer tha'. Congrats, bro. Send it ova ta Bethy, yeah?"
"Yeah, I will." With another slight wave to Locke, Lance stepped out of the frame.
"Think it's time fer me ta go, too. We'll talk next week. Love ya, sis." Hannah made a kissing moton.
"Love ya, too." Katarina returned the gesture before flicking the comlink off.
Locke didn't press Lance any further by asking those exact questions that fathers-to-be usually got. He knew the general time when the baby would be born, and it didn't really matter to him at this point if it was a boy or a girl. Really, to Locke, it didn't matter. He smiled brightly for Hannah and Lance, letting Katarina say her goodbyes to her siblings before the comm screen flickered off.
"Surprise?"
"Very." She ran her finger through her hair deeply, distributing the large curls into a less organized fashion. "Wow, tha's crazy!" She laughed and shook her head, "I like her well 'nough. Bethany, tha' is. I think... I think they'll be good parents."
"Have they been together long?" The question was Locke's way of poking and prodding at deeper issues, the issues that had made his smile not 100% genuine. "I don't think we met her while we were visiting Hope, but that was...almost three years ago, yeah?"
"Nah, they weren't really togetha, then. It's a differen' community.. differen' way o' doin' thin's, yanno? They've known each other they're whole lives. I'd say they've been real serious for..." she pursed her lips, and frowned in thought, "A year, maybe? Somethin' like tha'."
"Hmmm...a bit like a lot of RhyDin romances, that. Well, minus the knowing each other their whole lives part." Locke shook his head, seeing his comparison fall apart under further scrutiny. "Well, I suppose it doesn't really matter. You're going to be an aunt!" He gave her a big hug, lifting her off of the ground.
She laughed as he picked her up, holding onto him tightly, "Bout time! An' ya a' uncle." She tapped the tip of his nose, "Course, this kid's gonna hav' more family than he er she will know wha' to do wit'." Her smile faltered a little, "Makes me a li'l sad tha' we aren' closer."
"I'm an uncle?" He crossed his eyes when his nose was tapped, before rubbing his chin at the thought. "Is that how it works for in-laws?" Again, Locke shook his head, smiling. "That's a good thing, though, right? Having so much family?" He saw the wistfulness of her smile, and the ache for her family that came with her last set of words as he set her down from the bear hug. He kept his arms around her still.
"Yeah, tha's jist how it works, Uncle Lockely. An'... yanno how th' stories, go, righ'? Th' bes' influence 'n a kids life is his er her uncle. Usually th' one nah by blood, righ'?" She teased him, keeping her arms snug and settled around his neck.