Part 1, Battlestar Galactica, Finding Humanity: Learning To Become Human Again

Chapter 14

XIV

"Kacey, it's time for bed, honey!"

Laura Roslin thought she knew what tired was. After being a school teacher for years, then getting into politics, to tragically becoming President of what was left of the human race, then back to being a teacher, and also an insurrectionist. She had always felt exhausted at the end of every day.

She had been kidding herself. Add little girl who was almost five years old to her daily routine-she hadn't known what exhaustion was. And Kacey, now, was her responsibility. She was married to Kacey's momma, and that made Laura mommy in her own right. But she also adored her new daughter, and made sure Kacey came before anything.

"OK, Mommy", the little girl yelled from across the room. "Putting the coloring book away!"

"OK, baby, thank you. Go get your jammies on, and I'll get you a snack before tucking you in."

"Yay! Apple juice!"

Laura approached her with a smile on her face. "Then apple juice it is, young lady. C'mon, in your room, put your jammies on."

Kacey scurried into the other room, out in record time to get her drink.

She sucked it down quickly, then she and her mommy said her prayers to the gods, and to protect her momma, then Laura tucked her in, kissed her gently, and let the little girl wade off to her slumber.

Laura sat down heavily, a glass of wine on the coffee table next to her. Despite how tired she was, she smiled at the thought of the little girl in the other room. The smile faded quickly, thinking about the little girl's momma, who was Laura's wife.

"Gods, I miss you, Kara."

Laura took a big gulp. She and her wife had only been married mere days when The Cylons hauled her off to prison, in exchange for desperately-needed medicine to fight an epidemic that was going through New Caprica. The school had been shut down the day after Kara had been incarcerated. Laura now had Kacey virtually every minute. It was hard work, keeping up with a whirling dervish like Kacey, but Laura enjoyed it.

As she was taking another sip, she heard a knock on the wooden frame. It was almost 2100, an unusual hour for guests, but she went to the entrance, and lifted the flap.

"Colonel Tigh", Laura said, quite surprised. She hadn't seen Saul Tigh in almost a week, due to the Epidemic and her full-time mom duties.

"I'm sorry to be here so late, Madam President, but may I come in?"

Laura gave him a smirk. "Only if you're very quiet, Saul."

"Oh, Kacey's asleep? I can come back if you need me to."

"No, come on in, Colonel. It's nice to see an adult. I love Kacey to pieces", she said as they moved into the living room area, "but some adult conversation will be nice. Would you like a glass of wine?"

"If it isn't that rot-gut Tyrol is making, then I'd be glad to."

Laura softly chuckled. "That stuff is nasty, although it could come in quite handy if you need to get bamboozled."

"This place calls for being bamboozled, Madam President."

She studied Tigh for a moment. "We've known each other for over three years now, Saul. I know we haven't always gotten along, but I think you can call me Laura."

"Very well, Laura", he said, lifting his newly-poured glass of wine in salute, Roslin doing the same. "I just wanted to give you an update on the doings of the insurrection. I know you want to be updated every now and then."