The Commander's Lieutenant

Part 53

Taz looked away.

'Creo que nos casamos.' She looked back at Up, smiling smugly as he tried to remember. 'Need dat estúpido book?' Taz grinned.

'I lost it.' He admitted sheepishly, leaving out the fact that he had lost it on another planet.

Taz rolled her eyes, and shoved a flat parcel into his hands. Up tilted his head, and pulled at the string. He had a little trouble opening the paper, not being able to fully function and co-ordinate with his robot side. Even with all of his rehab, Up struggled to correct his fine motor-skills, almost like a child. I have to help with dat. Taz reached over and un-did the package, and the book fell into Up's lap. He flicked through, the words racing through his head.

Finally, Up found it. He read it aloud with a big smile, only realising what he had said afterwards. 'I think we got married.'

Taz quickly stood up, heading for the door. 'Where do you think you're going?'

Her hand shook as she placed it on the door handle, a million thoughts racing through her head. One stuck fast, not willing to let go.

Taz sat cross-legged on the floor of the drop-pod, facing Up. The food was stacked between them, and neither could wait any longer. Up went to snatch a piece of cake, but Taz's hand slapped his away.

'Espera! I want jou to promise me something first.' She crossed her arms arrogantly, sneering at Up.

'Fine.'

'Unless de mission is over, jou won't turn and help me.' Taz didn't look away from him, but Up tried to focus on the food. 'Promise me.'

'On one condition.' He looked up, and took Taz's hand. 'That you give Charlie a good reason to call you Aunty Taz.'