Jerax was sitting at his desk on the Hyperion, going over the dossiers of the new transfers to his unit. He fiddled with the ring on his left hand, still getting used to something being on the finger. She was off on a run to some planet he had forgotten, a short run for some supplies. It was an unorthodox proposal in his mind. He was the one who was proposed to, though it changed little in his mind. The two of them were tied together, or soon to be, for the rest of their lives, how ever long they would be.
As the hours ticked by, the documentation Jerax was working seemed to increase in size rather than shrink. He was contemplating the thought of turning in for the night, his personal comm buzzed on his desk. Checking to see if it was his Vyen’a only to find a foreign number. He set it aside, sleep came first, and if it was truly urgent, they would call again. Unsurprisingly the comm rang again from the same caller. Deciding that he would entertain the person on the other end, he answered, “Hello?”
“I know it’s late, but is that any way greet your mother?”
“Alive? I thought you would have more faith in your parents?”
“Well, you guys went off the grid for a while,” Jerax replies, relief filling his voice. “I assumed the worst.”
“I thought I taught you better than to assume anything. You know your father and I can handle ourselves. We did give the Imps one heck of a going away present.” Taryn states, mirth in her voice.
“That’s good. Wait, what do you mean, ‘going away present?’”
“A story for another time, Jerax. Just know the Imps didn’t get away for tracking dirt on my floors.”
“Um, okay. So how is-” Jerax stops at a cry on the other end of the line.
“Taryn, who is it you’re talking to?” came a gruff, distant, voice.
“Hendrik, it’s your son.”
“Jerax? Let me see the comm” Hendrik stated as he seemed to approach the comm.
“Uh uh uh, you’ll get it when I’m done speaking with Jerax. Until then, the end tables need to be refinished.”
“Yes, dear,” replies Hendrik.
“What did the imperials do to the house?” asks Jerax.
“Oh not much dear, just wanted an excuse to get the tables recolored. So, how are you and the lovely young lady?” Taryn inquired.
“Uh… I need the family ring.”
There is a brief pause before Taryn exclaims, “Hendrik! Stop working on the end tables, I need you to go clean my ring.”
A muffled voice replies, “Why?!”
“You’re getting a daughter-in-law.”
“Who? Vyen’a? Put it on speaker. I want to talk with Jerax.”
“You can speak with him once you… okay, fine. I better be able to use it as a mirror once you’re done.”
“Deal. Hey Jerax, so you’re going to propose to Vyen’a?” asked Hendrik.
“Um… well, she already proposed.”
“So she proposed to you?” came Jerax’s father.
“Yeah. She drug me to the side, got on a knee and proposed. Gave me a ring, too.”
“That’s fantastic. When are you coming to get the ring?” inquired Taryn.
“When I can. I know you’re busy cleaning up there. Don’t need you to worry about housing us and rebuilding.”
“Nonsense! Your father could always use an extra hand on the house. When you get here, I’ll speak with Vyen’a about getting everything ready while you and your father go about restoring the arch and chairs for the wedding .”
“Mom! We’re not going to get married that soon. We’re just wanting to do this one bit for now. Once we can breathe again, we’ll think about tying the knot.”
“Alright dear, just don’t keep me waiting. You two have your father-son talk. I’m going to inventory the fine dishware. You get here soon, Jerax.”
“Don’t worry about it too much son, your mother just wants you and Vyen’a to have a nice family like we do.”
Jerax sighs, “I understand. It can be a bit much sometimes.”
Hendrik chuckles, “She does it with love. Now how are you lately? They keeping you busy?”
“Too busy. You should see the paperwork they have doing right now.”
“Fighting paperwork? Could be worse, could be a captain and fighting paperwork.” Hendrik remarks with a chuckle.
“Ugh, don’t remind me. Hopefully they’ll get me out of this tin can and onto a place where I can do something other than wield the mighty pen.”
“Stuck on a cruiser? And you said the Navy life isn’t for you.”
“Got to get to the battlefield somewhere. So, how did the family lands fare?”
“Better than the rest of Coronet,” Hendrik states. “Most of the damage was a few blaster burns here and there.”
“I guess the Imps made a visit? I saw what was left of Coronet during my deployment.”
“They walked in, but they didn’t walk out. So you heeded my advice?”
“I never disobey a direct order, especially from you.”
Hendrik chuckles, “Good man. Well I bet it’s probably late there. Hope we didn’t keep you up, son.”
“Don’t worry. I’m glad you called.”
“I’m glad to hear you’re all right. You stay safe and bring your fiancée home soon. It’ll mean less of your mother nagging me about grandchildren and more of her nagging you.”
“And the reason I want to come home is?” Jerax asks sarcasm in his voice.
“So you’re mother doesn’t go out and drag you home. You stay safe, son.”
“I will, dad.” Jerax responds before hanging up. Fatigue becoming too much, he can sleep knowing his family, current and future members, is safe.