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The New Normal

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“She’s not as blue as I expected.”

Raana chuckled quietly and lay back against the couch cushions, stretching out as Ana rocked Azanis in a nearby chair. She watched the pair, her mouth turning downward slightly at the look on her sister’s face as she held her newborn niece.

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Awakening ((Anabela))

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Ana felt like she was waking from a coma.

When you are unconscious, you dream. And sometimes you struggle to the surface, and it is hard to tell whether you are still dreaming or not. The reality blurs with the dreams and you lose touch with what is real and what is not.

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Darasuum Aliit ((Anabela))

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Raana left Ba’raka and Tiakos standing in the hallway, staring awkwardly at one another while she gently shut the bedroom door and locked it. She gave them both a look as she ducked back inside, chuckling quietly, “Girl stuff, you boys understand.” Once the door was closed, she turned to Tara.

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Tantrum ((Anabela))

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Ana started when Ba’raka stepped into the room, hiding something behind her back. The room was an absolute mess, strewn with clothes EVERYWHERE. Every closet in the ship had been torn apart it seemed and he noted from the corner of his eyes that one wall seemed oddly bare. He was pretty sure something had been hanging there when he left earlier that morning. He approached, folding his arms over his chest.

“What are we doing today sweetness, playing dress up?”

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Unbroken ((Anabela))

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Raana paced back and forth across the hangar floor until Tiakos finally reached out a hand to stop her. Before she could jerk her arm away he tugged her in close, his open palm sliding across her round, firm belly.

“Peace cyare… she vhill be home safe soon.”

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Out of Darkness ((Anabela))

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"Ana... baby, please. You gotta try to eat."

He picked up a piece of bread from the tray he was carrying and offered it to her gently. She pulled her knees up to her chin, pressing her back to the headboard of the bed. She turned her head, her eyes blank as she again refused the food. He sighed, placing the bread back on the tray and scooting closer. His arm slipped around her waist and he pressed his face to her shoulder, shaking his head.

"Please," he whispered, "I don't know what else to do."

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Severed ((Anabela))

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Ana heard nothing once the blackness fell.

The universe winked out of existence. It was hard to describe. It was almost like floating in space, only there were no stars, no point of origin by which to navigate. Someone floating through space would still feel their body, still know who they were, have memories of the things they had done and the life they had lead.

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A Little Rest ((Anabela))

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"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Raka watched Ana's round ass wiggling as she dug for something deep in the couch cushions. She pulled out a candy bar wrapper and held it up to him, waving it in his face.

"This place is a pig sty," she grumbled, turning around to dig deeper. She bent until her face was flush with the floor, her arm feeling around under the couch.

Raka gave an exasperated sigh, setting the bags of groceries he had brought in on the end table. He moved up behind her, putting his hands on her hips.

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Pickles & Hot Sauce ((Anabela))

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Ana slapped his hand away, frowning. “We agreed we weren’t going to look until the time was up,” she murmured, irritation in her voice. Ba’raka looked at her apologetically and went back to pacing the floor behind her.

“I know, I know,” he muttered, putting his hands behind his back. He peered over her shoulder at the clock on the counter. “How much longer?”

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Tacos, Again ((Anabela))

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Ba’raka threw up his hands as Anabela trudge into the hangar on fleet to meet him. “… Where’s the tacos?”

She stopped dead, giving him her “are you serious?” look.

All told, she had no reason to complain. She had escaped the battle with minimal damage. Her armor was ruined and would need to be refitted, but her body had made it through with only minor scrapes and bruises. Others had not been so lucky. Her thoughts returned to the teams that had suffered serious injuries. She frowned at her Riduur, her face tired as she walked toward him.

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