Disclaimer: BSG is not mine. Period. I accepted it, so should you. A simple crack fic – ooc intended! :o)

Setting: New Caprica (pre-Cylons) Pairing: A/R and fellow crew members

Surprises

She was shocked. She had expected a lot of things, but this knocked her off her feet.

"I told you to sit down, young lady." Cottle mumbled, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and pity.

Staring at him, Laura heard his words but was too paralyzed to even think of a witty comeback.

"What did you say?"

"You are pregnant." Cottle showed her the results on his flip chart.

"How? I mean, when?" Laura was still in shock.

Raising his eyebrows, Cottle suppressed an annoyed moan. "Well, if you don't know..."

Shooting him an unamused glare, Laura rolled her eyes. "I do know when and who. I just thought I'd be over this."

"Well, young lady. You are a teacher, aren't you? You should know better than the rest."

"Not helping, doctor. Thank you very much." She gave back in a threatening tone.

"You've not been through menopause, young lady. You should know that." He shook his head. "You are 49. It is not unusual to conceive till your mid 50s."

"Mid 50s?" The impact of his words were evident in her weakening voice. "I didn't sign that contract."

Smiling at her persistent state of shock and disbelief, he stated matter-of-factly, "You will have to come to regular check-ups though. This pregnancy will better be monitored very closely."

"Do you think the baby might be at risk?" Laura's voice was concerned.

"Nothing points to that at the moment. But maturity of age in both, the father and mother can result in risky pregnancies." He paused. "Besides, I'd rather see you in sickbay every week than having a concerned Admiral sitting on my neck for the next 7 months."

Laura's eyes darted up. "How do you...?"

Cottle chuckled. "Got really comfy on those sandbags on Groundbreaking Day, didn't it?"

Closing her eyes, she shook away the thought of anybody seeing them that night. And what a night it was. She remembered his hands, probing her, teasing her. And the touch of his lips on her before she moved on top of him to...

"Excuse me." Cottle cleared his throat, ripping her out of her memories. "I'm not sure I wanna know which path you just took down memory lane, but we are done here. You can go now and tell the lucky father-to-be."

Grabbing her jacket, Laura climbed down from the medbed, and found her way to Admiral Adama's quarters. Going through hundreds of possible ways of breaking the news to him, she all shook them off within the blink of an eye. Sighing to herself, she released an annoyed groan before she stepped through the hatch into the privacy that was his.

Finding him on his couch, going through some reports, she merely approached him on her bare feet and remained standing in front of him.

Looking up to meet her confused gaze, Bill gave her a tired "What's up?" and reached out his hand to hers.

"I am pregnant."

The words were as simple as they were startling to him.

"Excuse me? You are what?"

"I am pregnant." Laura whispered again, accepting his shaking hands and sitting down next to him after all.

Falling into a state of silence that matched the intensity of her own shock only moments ago in sickbay, Bill stared into nothingness.

Laura, matching the enthusiasm of his reaction, joined his silence and only looked up when Colonel Tigh entered the room and spoke to them in playful gruffness.

"What happened to you?"Taking a seat on the couch as well, he nudged Bill, mocking him. "Took her behind the school and got her pregnant, or what?"

Bill, moving his head to stare at his friend was joined by Laura's incredulous look of how-do-you-know.

"Frak me! No!" Saul snickered. "This was a wild guess. Boy, good shot!"

Shaking his head, Bill asked his friend to shut up without even uttering a word. Laura, leaning back and resting her head on the back of the couch in despair, released a frustrated moan.

"What do we do? What do we do now?"

"What do you mean, what do you do?" Saul was puzzled. "You get married, find a nice name and settle on the planet."

Now it was Bill's turn to growl. "Are you frakking kidding me? Why are you so upbeat about this?"

"Why are you not?" Saul whispered. "Do you doubt it's yours?"

Kicking him in his ribs, Bill got up. "If you'll excuse us now, Saul. We have some private issues to discuss here. I'll go over the reports with you later."

Getting up, Saul rubbed his aching ribs and almost bounced out of Bill's quarters. Grinning at one of the Admiral's guards, he whispered, "Got a knocked up little school teacher in there."

Closing the hatch behind his friend, Bill turned around to face Laura and found her standing right behind him. Moving her arms around his neck, she snuggled up to him.

"Are you at all happy about this? Even remotely happy maybe?" Her voice was shy.

"Are you doing ok?" He sounded concerned.

"I am fine. Thank you." She smiled.

"Pregnant, huh?" He pressed her closer to his body. "You and me."

"Yes." She kissed his neck.

"I think I could get used to that idea." He pulled her into a lingering kiss, feeling her hand moving up and down his body. "What are you doing?"

"What does it feel like?" She asked him coyly.

"I think that's what got us into this mess in the first place." He laughed.

"I can't get any more pregnant, you know." She smirked.

"Now that is reassuring." He followed her invitation to move towards his rack.

Pulling her into another kiss, they were interrupted by the sound of the intercom.

"This is the XO to the fleet. I have excellent news! There's a baby on its way. And now let's all applaud to the proud parents-to-be: Admiral Adama and Laura Roslin! Cheerio! Let's hope the baby will have her brains and, well, her looks!"