Aside, concerned. “I’m thinkin’ it’s not all that good, runnin’ around the cockpit without nothing on your wife’s feet, Zoe. I’m just sayin’”
Indignant surprise. “You can tell me that. I’m pregnant, not deaf Mal. Zoe didn’t magically become my ears when the baby popped into existence. And I ain’t running around anything. I’m flying this gorram ship!”
Long suffering sigh. “Tried telling her that Captain. No avail. God’s honest truth, don’t know how to manage her now.”
“Hello! Still here! Still can hear!” Waving hands.
Thoughtful frown. “Speaking of manage, spoke to the good doctor and he seems to think that pilotin’ might be a mite too stressful. Don’ want the baby birthed too early, or too paranoid. I can always take the wheel if need be.”
“Gwon nee tze-jee duh shr! This baby will be born with nerves of steel. Like both it’s mamas!”
“I’ll take that into consideration, sir. Don’t rightly know if she’ll listen. Washbournes are apparently quite stubborn.” Open arms of surrender.
Angry waving of hands. Stamp of unshod foot. “Bai duo, an jing yidian! Shut up now! Pregnant! Not Deaf! Not Fragile either! Just Pregnant!"
Suddenly. “A receptacle for fragile minds, bright souls floating in a sea of salt tears and whispered lullabyes.” Tilted head of confusion. A Pause. Sudden happy smile. ”You’re having twins.”
Clattering up the stairs, “Mei-mei! What are you doing in the cockpit?! Come back to the galley!” fading as they leave.
Yelling. “I hate you all!”
“I HATE YOU BACK!” Interjection from the galley.
Holler “Shut up Jayne!” surprised look, quite hurt. “Wash, baby, you can't mean that!”
Narrowed eyes. “You wanna bet?”
Reassuring smile, “I wouldn’t worry Zoe, my mama was JUST like that. It’s them hormones the doc was talking about. Makes a woman all crazifying.”
Quietly. “I hope these babies gnaw your foot off Mal. I will pray for that every day and I will give birth and train them to one day gnaw it completely off.”