Time To Settle The Nerves
Posted on Thu Apr 16th, 2015 @ 5:42pm by James Holbridge
Holbridge entered his home, unaware that Tricia was speaking to Admiral Wegener on his behalf. Jim flopped onto a couch and sighed. "That's it! I am never going anywhere with those fools again!" he voiced his frustration, then stopped as he realized how accurate his words were. We are done, he thought. No more adventuring, no more private security missions; it's done!
"Hey, Dad!" the voice of JD Holbridge cut into his thoughts.
"What's up, Sprout?" Jim smiled.
The boy came in and sat next to his father. "Dad, I been thinking. I know you don't want me in Starfleet or the Fighter Corps, but I wanna be a Marine officer like Uncle Dave was."
"The way things are going, Uncle Dave is gonna be an officer again," Jim remarked, his evil mood threatening to sour the talk with his son.
"What's wrong with that, Dad?" JD asked.
"Nothing. Uncle Dave is his own man and he needs to do what is best for him, just like you need to do what you think is best, no matter what I say. so, I will make a few calls and see if I can't get you set up in the Marine Academy next fall."
JD smiled. "Thanks, Dad!"
TWO HOURS LATER
Holbridge pushed his late back and smiled, letting loose a quiet burp. "Yummy, honey! I am always a sucker for a good meatloaf dinner."
"Where are your manners, caveman?" Tricia demanded.
"Ugh, me Grog like mommy cavewoman food!" Jim said in his best Cro-Magnon voice, making his daughter laugh.
Tricia had to laugh at her husband's antics. "Okay, Grog, take the plates to the replicator and wash the table. I'll be in the bedroom getting ready..."
Jim hurriedly cleared the table and shooed the kids into their nursery. When he came into his and Tricia's room, he saw his wife under the bed covers wearing only an impish grin. Jim stripped and joined her, holding her close.
"So, are you ready to do what you love to do, fly prototype space craft and get paid to do it?"
"Yes, I am. I am a pilot, not an administrator. You, on the other hand, managed Dad's company rather well. Wanna be my CEO?" Jim asked, kissing her neck.
"What's the pay?"
"Sex." Jim answered.
"I want more!"
Jim grinned. "Foreplay, too?"
"Deal! Pleasure me, flyboy!"
THREE HOURS LATER
Jim was back in the living room, a bottle of Mnerva Water in his left hand. In truth, he was ready to start his work, but Tricia had informed him that both of them would have to travel back to Earth for an extensive security brief at Starfleet HQ. Holbridge was not the only spacecraft manufacturer owner out there, but would be the only one in the Delta Quadrant, and as such there needed to be some regulations on his manufacturing processes and designs. Bureaucratic horseshit, but it was Security and it would keep Jim employed and designing and flying fighters.
Tricia, clad in a silky nightgown that reached her knees, came into the living room. "You need to sleep. We leave tomorrow morning and I don't want you sleeping the whole time we are in transit!"
"It's three weeks to Earth, and the Aztec is basically a VIP transport with heavy guns and stuff. We will be swimming in luxury and I will be busy teaching JD what he needs to know and..."
Tricia silenced him with a kiss. "We will enjoy the trip, be a family, then the children and I will stay with Mother and Dad while you attend Starfleet R+D security briefings. What could go wrong?"
Jim rolled his eyes with a smile. "Site 6 was supposed to be a dead rock, but we uncovered something that almost blew up in our faces. End result, HMC goes blooey."
"I was tired of sitting in an office, ghiving orders all day. My ass got too big!" Tricia grinned.
Jim looked at her derriere and returned the grin. "Naw, still a sexy ass!"
"Prove it!" Tricia removed her nightgown and kissed him again.
"Yes, dear!"
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