“Who were you on the phone with we are going to…be....late. You aren’t wearing that are you,” Halia said slowly drawing out each word as she put in an earrings. His outfit was fine. It was just a convenient excuse as to why they were going to be late and. It the fact she hadn’t been ready. Klingons has short tempers anyway. Being late for a reservation was bound to put the maitre d’ in a foul temperament. Luckily her husband spent the past thirty years dealing with people in foul moods. He had survived his daughters teens years so a pissy Klingon was no match.
“What? You don’t like this? You bought it for me, you made me wear it to every damn dinner your mom asks us to go to. I swear I am not going to another one, that family home is horrid. I am not going to eat something she forgot a recipe to and taste half the flavor… she cooks with indifference Halia!” Robert said as he looked at her sternly as he moved beside her to kiss her on her cheek.
“Fine don’t change. You look alright and chef Otraw Ino will not hold our table past 7,” Halia acted like she had deftly negotiated a cantankerous diplomatic event.
“Damn right I look good… and the Klingons will be fine. What’s the worst they going to do make me fight to the death? I think we outlawed that anyway in federation space anyway.
“So who were you talking to,” she asked again fixing a stray hair in the mirror.
“That boy…” was all he said as he shook his head, he was clearly annoyed but there was the smallest of smiles on his face. Holding a secret like he had was a wonderful moment he got over his wife. He didn’t always get a chance to know something before her.
“Oh. Oh. Oh,” she said a bit more surprised with each word she uttered. “You mean Jarred and Kalani,” she said looked at her husband’s reflection in the mirror. It was not like she hadn’t met the man Kalani was seeing before. There was the official comm call where Kal had introduced him. The boy had seemed nice enough but slightly on edge. The second meeting was a little more relaxed but he had been called away twice due to a concern with the ship. Each time she saw more and more why her daughter loved him. The meetings after that Halia watched as the doting boyfriend turned into a typical boyfriend.
“No, not Kalani… just him.” Robert said as he walked into the bathroom as he began to shave and finish the last couple of things he had left to do. “You want to remind me again why we like him? Ex wife, former alcoholic, secret kid… I swear at times you have been giving him too many chances Halia.”
“Me,” she feigned confusion. “You are the husband and father. I don’t do anything you don’t agree to.” Like most marriages, Robert and Halia had the delicate balance firmly established where Robert was figurehead but Halia held all the power. This relationship had developed over the years creating the dynamic where when either one didn’t want to deal with a problem they could pawn it off on each other claiming they were the power base in a family. “Anyway our daughter likes him,” Halia said in a matter of fact tone. Jarred Alindor had been through many phases of acceptance in the Kane household. The initial meeting left Halia completely enamored with the guy. He has been charming and sweet and appeared to be utterly in love with her daughter. Private mother-daughter conversations about him, however, caused questions to roll in like the waves at Waimea Bay. With her husband’s profession, Halia understood people changed. Yet on paper Jarred was either the Boy Scout saint or a hot mess any woman should run from. Robert had spent many nights in the darkness of their bedroom listening to Halia both sing Jarred’s praises and debate whether Robert should step in and talk some sense into their daughter.
“Besides my father had his reservations about you to and you worked out fine,” Halia gave him the side-eye as she talked. The comparison was in no way, shape, or form the same except that they both included a father and daughter; however, from what she could tell past the paper lists of pros and cons, Jarred Alindor seemed like a good guy. It was half a second later that it dawned on Halia that Jarred hadn’t ever commed by himself that she knew of. This call could only have one purpose.
“Is she okay,” Halia instantly went into mom mode. “Did she get bitten by that damn palooian spider thing again. You know I told her she needed to get rid of that thing. It is not cute with big eyes,” she grumbled clearly annoyed.
“Well there is something…” he said as he came from the bathroom as he saw his wife, looking her over the smallest of twinkles in his eyes.
“Then the Risan shrimp? Last time she was trying to establish the biome it bit her and Kalani needed half a dozen stitches. You would think she would have learned to just leave them be. Is she okay? Did it get anything other than her fingers? ” Halai was not surprised her daughter had been bitten again. The creature was beautiful but beauty had a bite as her mother used to say.
“No nothing like that… she…” he said as she got cut off once again.
“Oh my god, it was the Aldebaran mud leech,” she said in a matter of fact tone. “Lord I swear I was about to point out that she is a Federation officer and not a sixteen-year-old teenager when I saw those marks up and down her arm and neck. It was like that times when she was seventeen and went swimming after prom in that cenote.”
“A what? No woman she’s…”
“Cardassian mole,” she continued to fire off all the critters in that zoo of horrors getting more and more annoyed that her husband was not responding to any of the animals Kalani had. “If you need to I can bring up that manual she sent inventorying the species she has. If you tell me whether is has fins, fur, scales or skin, I can move this process along,” she said helpfully.
“She’s fine woman, Jarred asked me if he could ask her to marry him.” he said, cutting the topic short there he didn’t seem like he wanted to add more details. He knew sometimes you just had to make a woman want more first before giving it to her.
Marry her,” Halia said in a slow drawl. “You mean like legally?” The words her husband was using took a few minutes to process.
“You mean become Mrs. Kalani Alindor,” she said the name slowly as if trying it out for the first time. Halia was not shocked hearing this. It was clear that her daughter thought this boy hung the moon yet the implications of the question did shock her. Slowly she moved to a living room chair and lowered herself down. Her face was blank and she stared off as if in a coma state.
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