After his initial shock, Miles had recovered very well from Nora's news. He'd nearly immediately escorted her to the medical faculty and ordered her things moved into his quarters.
He'd accepted the news so well, Nora was worried now that his enthusiam was fake because the Miles she knew wouldn't wanted a baby, especially in the midst of the second civil war. He'd spent most if not all of their relationship never committing to anything and suddenly, just because she was pregnant, he was? Something about it didn't sit right with her way of thinking. He was just too freakin' happy.
"Please do something." Charlie slipped into Nora's new quarters. "Miles is out there, smiling. It's terrifying."
Nora laughed. "Wish I could. I don't quite get it myself."
"He's happy, I guess." Charlie shrugged. "But does he have to be so damn flippin' terrifying while he's happy?"
"He used to be happy and a lot less terrifying, back when I first met him."
"Really? 'Cause I'm having a hard time picturing that."
Miles came in then and gave them both a smile. It was, Nora had to admit, a bit unnerving. "You're scaring Charlie. Quit smiling." she ordered him.
"I scare you, Charlie?" he asked, brows raised.
"No." she answered quickly and left the room, not wanting to get into it with him.
"Does she know?" he turned to Nora.
"She's not an idiot, Miles. She already guessed a while ago. Most of the base has."
"Oh. So, we don't need to make an annoucement or anything?"
"Nope. I wouldn't let you anyway."
"You wouldn't let me?" he echoed. "Since when?"
"I'm not going to put an annoucement on the bulletin board. It's my business, your business and no one else's." Nora paused. "Charlie has plans though."
"For an annoucement?" Miles sounded pleased.
"No. Baby plans, she's got a list of names already. I think it's helping take her mind off everything else. She needs some happiness."
"For a minute there, I thought you were going to say she had plans to have a baby with boy band face." he was very relieved that wasn't true. "I'd have to smash his face in if she did."
Nora couldn't give him an answer to that because she was laughing too hard.
"That wasn't funny." he remarked, irritated. "She is far too young to think about having a baby."
"You do realize she's twenty two, right?"
"A very good age for a baby sitter." he leaned in to kiss her. "I'm sure she'll like that. Babies are happy things, right?"
"Miles," Nora pushed him away. "Miles, I think we need to talk about our own plans."
"What plans? I moved you in here, didn't I?"
She gave him a look. "I was pretty much in here anyway. And that wasn't what I was talking about."
He sat down on the bed. "I'm not an idiot, either, you know."
"Then stop acting like one!"
"You want me to marry you?" he asked.
"Do you want to get married?" Nora bit back what she wanted to scream at him.
"Well, good, we're in agreement about something then."
"What do you want from me? I don't know what else to do." Hearing Miles sound nearly lost was just about the undoing for Nora, it was almost scarier then his unbrindled enthusism.
"I just think we need to talk about us."
A sudden knock on the door brought an abrupt stop to their talk, to Nora's disappointment. It was always something or someone interrupting them. She didn't know if she'd ever be able to get what needed to be said, actually said.
Miles tried to reassure her, "We'll talk tonight, okay?" he said as he went out the door. He always promised to talk, never did. Nora knew she should've remembered that about him, it had been part of the undoing of their first relationship. He didn't like to talk, rarely listened. Why hadn't she remembered?
After he left, she threw a shoe at the door. It made a satisfying smack.