The Uncharted Territories, Friday night

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There were a lot of times, especially over the last year, where the tiniest part of Aeryn might have wished she could have been human. Well, frell that, Peacekeeper pregnancies were blissfully short. She was engineered for battle, which didn't exactly lend itself to nine months of waiting, even if the labor had seemed that long. And involved many, many, many creative threats. And maybe some hitting.

For now, though, she was still in the medical facility they'd found, half-curled around the tiny sleeping newborn that she currently thought was the most perfect thing ever.

[For the babydaddy, and bless you canon. YAY BABY.]

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"He'll deserve it," John said, leaning down and kissing each little finger. "He's so perfect and tiny!"

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"He can stay this way for a while," she decided.

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"He's going to," John laughed, smiling at the baby. "He'll be tiny and holdable for a long time."