Later that day, after a morning together in bed, the couple managed to pull themselves together for the day. They showered and ate a few pieces of toast from the replicator, before Christine returned with Miranda.
"Guess what, baby doll?" Jim asked, as he carried Miranda around their quarters. "You and Mommy are going to start packing up and getting ready to leave soon."
"We're leaving?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Jim kissed her cheek, "We are! You, me and Mommy are going to move into a big house and you're going to have a big bedroom and lots of things to go in it."
Rose watched from the kitchen as they moved about, laughing and whispering. She smiled at the sight, resting her head against the doorframe.
"Can Uncle Bones and Chrissy come with us?" she asked, as Jim set her down on the couch.
"Uncle Bones and Chrissy have their own places to stay at," he said, watching as her face fell. "But, I'm sure they'd love to come and visit you. Uncle Bones is going to help us move in."
Miranda smiled at him, "Can we get a puppy?"
Rose snorted as Jim's dumbfounded look, "A puppy? What about a fish?"
"Uncle Chris has a dog. An old one!"
"Does he now?" he asked, looking up at Rose.
She shook her head at him, "Did your Uncle Chris say much about his dog or dogs in general?" he asked.
Miranda shook her head, "Nope!" she smiled. "He says Gabel's old because he has an old name."
"First lets worry about moving into the house before we get a puppy?" he suggested. "Mommy also has to think about it before we do that. She'll yell at me if I say yes without her answer."
Miranda nodded and Jim stood up, "I'll see you at dinner time."
"Okay," she jumped off the couch. "Bye Daddy!" she yelled, running into their bedroom.
Jim sighed and made his way over to Rose, "A puppy?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her. "A puppy is a lot of work."
She snorted, "So are babies, yet that doesn't stop you from wanting several of them."
"But at least a baby will ending up talking!"
"Oh darling," she reached up to place her hand on his cheek. "I think the title of dumb blonde suits you right now."
She squealed as his hand came down across her ass, bucking her hips against his. "Ohhh! That hurt!" she groaned, reaching back to rub her stinging cheek. "Spousal abuse! After all the things I do for you!"
Jim growled, "That's nothing compared to what I'm gonna do later," he nipped her ear. "Try to tire her out so I can have my way with you."
Rose laughed, "Just so you know," she kissed his cheek. "I refuse to do this shit when we have more kids. You'll have to be patient and wait til I'm good and ready to do anything with you."
"I can wait," he whispered. "I'll see you later for dinner."
They shared a quick kiss, "Be good and don't get us killed," she warned, as he made his way to the door.
"I'll try my best," he grinned. "Love you."
"Love you, too!"
"Miranda, no honey! We cannot throw everything into the bag!"
Miranda stood by the foot of her bed, dropping a pile of toys on top of her clothes that sat in one of the suitcases.
"All done!" she squealed, clapping at her achievement.
Rose groaned, "Okay," she nodded slowly. "How about you go into our room and snuggle up with your bear in bed? Mommy will be there in a minute to put a video on for you.
Grabbing her bear, Miranda tore out of the room leaving Rose on the floor, surrounded by her clothes and toys. Packing their entire lives into a few suitcases turned out to be more work than expected, having to organize and throw out things that no longer fit. She had gone overboard wither her online shopping, having bought too many clothes and toys for Miranda when she first moved in with them. Now, as she got bigger and bigger, the clothes were useless.
"Mommy! Movie now!" Miranda shouted from the bedroom, the bedsprings squeaking as she bounced around.
Rose huffed as she pulled herself off the floor, "I'm coming baby!" she called out, hoping over the pile of clothes that laid between her and the bedroom door.
After a long day of conference calls with the brass, Jim returned home. He dropped his boots on the floor and dropped his communicator on the table, stripping out of his shirt as he moved through the quarters.
"I'm home!" he called out, hearing the sounds of a kids movie playing from his bedroom
Jim smiled to himself as he walked through the doorway of the bedroom, his little girl standing on the bed with her bear.
"Hey you," he cooed, picking her up to give her a kiss. "What are you doing?" he asked, as she hugged him.
"Movie!" she squealed, pointing to the vid-screen on the wall.
Jim set her down and ruffled her hair, "I can see that," he observed, glancing at the screen. "Where's your mother?"
"She's sleeping on the floor," she shrugged, pulling at her bear's ears.
"What?" he frowned, "What do you mean she's sleeping on the floor?"
Miranda pointed in the direction of her room, "In there," she nodded. "She's sleeping on the floor with the clothes."
Jim cursed and quickly scrambled across the bed, nearly colliding with the wall as his feet hit the ground. Rushing into the next room, his steps faltered for a moment as he took in the mess that covered the floor. Then, like Miranda said, Jim spotted his wife lying on top of a pile of clothes in the middle of the room.
"Rose!" he shouted, rushing to her side.
The redhead woke up with a jolt, quickly moving on the floor. "Wh-what? What happened?"
Jim sighed as he hit the floor at her side, "Jesus! I thought you were hurt!" he said, as she laid back with a sigh. "Miranda said you were sleeping on the floor and I thought that was code for fainting or something worse!"
Rose yawned, "No," she shook her head. "Just tired."
Looking around the room, Jim shook his head in dismay. "What the hell happened in here?" he asked, as she took his hand.
"Packing," she grunted. "She has too many clothes. We have too much shit, Jim."
He snorted, "I told you not to order so much," he shrugged, as he moved to lay down next to her. "But do you listen? No."
Rose sighed, as she moved her head onto his chest. "I hope we have another little girl, that way all of Miranda's old clothes will be put to good use," she yawned again.
"I'll try to give you a girl," he kissed her head. "But first, we have a little girl waiting in our bed to watch some cartoon monstrosity on our television."
"Okay," she yawned. "Help me up and carry me," she demanded, as he got up.
He snorted, "Bossy are we?" he asked, as he pulled her up off the floor and tossed her over his shoulder.
"Nyte, Earth is this one,' Pavel said, as he pulled up a computerized image of the planet on the PADD. "See, green and blue. This is vhere your mama and papa live."
Miranda frowned, "No! We live in the sky!" she insisted, much to the teen's dismay.
Jim snorted from his spot on the sofa, looking over at them from his work. "Chekov, she's too young to understand," he said.
Leonard chuckled, "Too stubborn if you ask me."
Miranda giggled, "Pasha come draw with me!" she demanded, scrambling up to her feet. "Color picture!" she squealed, rushing to the basket that held her art supplies.
"You heard her Pasha," Leonard grinned. "Little Miss wants to color a picture."
"Maybe Uncle Bones wants to draw a picture or two," Rose said, as she came in with food. "He's a good artist, Miranda."
Leonard scowled at her, as she placed the plate of sandwiches down on the coffee table.
"How's Scotty doing with the warp? Can we get this baby to move faster?" Rose asked, as she helped Miranda set up her art supplies on the end of the table.
Jim shrugged, "He said he might be able to, but wont know for another hour or two," he tossed the PADD down on the sofa and reached for a sandwich. "I just want to go home already. Get that monster locked up and move into my first house with my wife and kid, and not have to do anything for two years."
Rose moved to sit between her husband and Leonard, placing the PADD down on her lap. "I just want to breathe real air," she sighed.
"I wanna see my kid and not have to save your ass everyday," Leonard sighed, tilting his head back against the couch.
The three adults then turned to look at Pavel, who was busy drawing on a blank piece of paper. When he finally noticed the silence, Pavel looked over at them.
"What do you want when you go home?" Rose asked.
Pavel shrugged, "Food? Wodka?"
Jim snorted as Leonard scowled, "Damn Russians and their vodka," he muttered, making Rose giggle.
Rose shook her head as Pavel went back to his work, before turning to Leonard. "So," she drawled. "Bones, my buddy."
He sighed, "What do you want, demon?" he asked.
"Hey!" Jim scowled, wrapping his arm around her. "That's my wife you're talking to."
Leonard rolled his eyes and Rose continued, "Are you and Christine going to hang out during our time home?"
"I don't know," he frowned. "Why do you need to know?" he asked.
Rose smiled, "Because you're my friends and you two look so cute together," she sighed. "Think of all the doctor and naughty nurse roleplaying you two could do!"
Jim roared with laughter as Leonard scowled, "Goddamn infants," he snapped, as he stood up. "That's what you two are!"