The very thought of eating nearly made her puke again. “I’m not sure I can tolerate that right now.”
“You can’t keep dry heaving. You have to put something in there to come back up. Dry heaves are the worst. Trust me on this one.”
Aaron settled into his command seat. “It’s okay, Em. We’ll let you know before we get to the orbital hub so you can see it.”
Even Caph nodded. “It’s okay, babe. Go rest and settle your stomach.”
All three sets of eyes were trained on her. She felt their overwhelming concern for her comfort, another benefit of her empath training. “All right. As long as you promise to come get me. I feel bad I’m wimping out on you.”
Ford stood and stretched, tightening his shirt along his abs and setting off a flurry of activity in her lower belly that had nothing to do with her stomach. Damn, he was a good-looking man. All of them could dampen her panties with just a sultry stare or a playful wink.
“You’re not wimping out on us, babe,” Ford said. “This is your first lift, your very first trip off this or any other rock. It’s natural you don’t feel good. I don’t care how long it felt like in the sim, some things can’t be duplicated.”
She finished her tea and let Ford walk her back to their shared crew quarters. He helped her settle in bed and gently took her left wrist in his hand.
“Let me try something.” His long fingers gently pinched a pressure point below her wrist, between the two large tendons. After a few minutes, Emi felt her stomach marginally settle.
“How’s that?” he asked.
“That’s helping.”
He nodded as he reached for her other wrist and did the same thing. Another five minutes later, the worst of her nausea abated. “Better?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“It won’t last. You can do it yourself.” He smiled, his eyes twinkling. “It’s always more fun to have help, though. Kind of like sex.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I’ll go make you some soup.”
Of the three men, Ford naturally assumed the role of sensitive caretaker. He’d taken the lead in nursing Aaron back to health years ago when he almost died from his injuries. Whether it was easing Aaron through the stressful times, making Caph laugh, or having an almost psychic emotional connection of his own with Emi despite his lack of empath skills, he made sure they were all taken care of.
Emi closed her eyes and tried to relax as her stomach rolled. The nausea returned with a vengeance. When Ford returned, he found her bent over the toilet in their cabin head.
He sighed. “Oh, sweetie.” He knelt beside her and held her hair. When she finished retching, he helped her to her shaky feet and kept a steadying arm around her while she rinsed and spit. Then back to bed, where he settled in with her and repeated the acupressure on her wrists. Once her stomach settled again, he helped her sit up and held her left wrist while she ate with her right hand.
The soup did help. “My own special recipe,” he proudly said. “Including fresh ginger.”
Aaron came to check on her an hour later. “How’s our patient?”
Ford was sitting up in their jumbo-sized shared bed, with Emi propped against his chest. He applied pressure to her wrists, trying to keep her stomach settled. “She’ll live.”
“Can I have more of that soup?”
Ford kissed her temple. “Of course you can. Maybe Cap’ll heat it up for you so I don’t have to get up and leave you. I left the container in the fridge.”
“I’ll go get it,” Aaron said.
“Thanks, guys.”
Aaron smiled and stroked her cheek. “Hey, you always take damn good care of us. It’s time we return the favor.”
Emi let Ford’s fingers work their stomach-calming magic. She couldn’t believe how different her life was now from less than a year ago. Following her graduation from medical school at the top of her class as an Alpha-ranked healer, class two empath, and with a psychology degree to boot, she’d applied to the DSMC on a lark. Alone in the world, with her parents dead and no home to go to, it seemed like a feasible plan.
The five-year commitment and her medical degrees would net her a huge return bonus. She hadn’t counted on falling in love with the three-man crew of the Tamora Bight. The men had been shipmates, crew, friends, and lovers for nearly twenty years. They had bonded crew status as a result of a tragic betrayal years earlier, which had resulted in the death of the woman they’d loved. They’d transferred to the DSMC from the Merchant Marines and suffered through an ego-crushing crew pairing process to find a fourth crew member, a female medical officer who would accept their situation.
That’s when they met Emi. Not only did Emi appreciate the deep, loving bond the men had, she desperately wanted to be a part of it. To have a family again. By the end of the sim session, Emi had fallen as deeply in love with the men as they had with her. The men didn’t just make her part of their bonded crew status—they legally married her before leaving Earth.
Now their journey to space had started for real.
Aaron returned with her soup and a mug of ginger tea a few minutes later. “Here you go, sweetheart.”
She gratefully sipped at the soup, feeling her stomach marginally calm. “If this is the worst I have to suffer during our time together, I’ll gladly take it.”
Ford laughed. “Let’s hope so, babe.”
Six hours later, they neared the orbital hub. Emi’s stomach, while still iffy, had decided not to do a return to sender on the soup. She sat curled in Aaron’s lap in the command chair on the bridge. As he continued the acupressure on her wrists, she watched the orbital hub grow in size in their front vid screens. While nausea tempered her awe, she still couldn’t believe she had made it to space. Their stint in the sim hadn’t taken away from her childlike wonder of seeing a blanket of stars in a crystal black sky for the first time.
I wonder what Mars will feel like this time around? “At least this is like the sim,” she observed.
He chuckled. “We’ll be here for at least a month, probably longer. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us before we get underway since we’ve had drastic refits and modifications. Trust me, you’ll get bored before you know it. You can only eat at Charlie Tacos so many times before you long for the taste of freeze-dried rations. We need to do a lot of bench testing on the new systems in zero-G. Plus they’re bringing us the rest of our supplies, as well as a cargo shipment we have to transport to Mars.”
She watched as the pilot tug flew out to greet them and guide them into their hub berth. An hour later, they were docked with their utility umbilicals and gangways safely secured.
Her stomach rumbled in an unfriendly way.
Ford turned from his place at the nav console. “Need more soup?”
“Please.” He left to go take care of it.
Aaron kissed her before helping her climb out of his lap. “I think you need to go back to bed. We’ve got stuff to take care of now that we’re here.”
“I don’t want to miss anything!”
“You won’t miss anything other than routine maintenance checks, trust me. Eat more soup and get some sleep. We’ll join you in a while, once we take care of stuff.”
She left Caph and Aaron on the bridge and walked to the galley, where Ford was already putting the final touches on her soup.
“Want to eat it here or in bed?” he asked.
“Here.”
He sat across the table and watched her with a tantalizing smile on his face. His expression annoyed her only because she felt like crap. Normally that look would have her crawling into his lap and trying to molest him. “What?”