Frak. Frak, frak, frak.
How could she out of all people be pregnant? What was she going to do? Hold a press conference and say 'oh by the way I'm pregnant, out of wedlock and I don't know who the father is.' The press will eat this up and there goes any chance of being re-elected
Oh real smart Laura. Just finishing recovering from terminal cancer and you decide to get off the chamalla. The withdrawal was painful enough now you have the added trouble of sleeping with men and not knowing which one is the daddy? Well at least I knew who and where. Thank the gods that I was that out of my mind that I was desperate enough to sleep with Baltar, the little frak weasel.
Oh how was she going to explain this to them? Laura knew in her mind who she knew, who she needed to be the father but to tell him of what she did,could Bill ever forgive her? She needed him to forgive her. For her sake and her unborn baby's.
"Madame President. Madame President. Laura, you would have to tell the father. This is going to be a high risk pregnancy. Getting pregnant at your age, what were you thinking?" came the rough voice of Dr Cottle as he took the lit cigarette out of his mouth.
"You do know who the father is, don't you?" he inquired as he returned the almost forgotten cigarette back into the corner of his mouth. The look he received confirmed his suspicions. He knew there is going to one very unhappy Admiral and he was not going to be the one to tell him.
"I ... ah... have my suspicions but I will... um need confirmation..." Laura mumbled, her face turning a brighter shade of red, almost blending into her hair. Cottle silently shook his head. Just how many potential fathers were there? He quietly left the room leaving the President alone with her thoughts.
'God I need a cigarette' he thought as he causally butts out one, glad that he wasn't going to be there for the train wreck that would follow.
Who was the father? Laura wondered. She went through the list of possible fathers. There was the brief encounter with Tom Zarek. She prayed that it wasn't his. The press would have a field day. Then there was the problem of dealing with the Admiral and his son. There was a high chance of the baby being either his child or his grandchild. Not for the first time, Laura regretted finding comfort with Lee.
What the frak had she gotten herself into? She was so frakked.
How was she going to tell them? She could almost see the reaction that it would cause. She could see Bill's face spreading into an expectant smile at the news of possibly being a father for the third time. She imagined Apollo's face frozen with shock and she pictured Zarek's face a rush of emotions, hiding his scheming thoughts. There was no way that Laura would be able to sit through telling each one of them that she was possibly carrying their child. The only way to do it was to call them all together and tell them. It would be hard but that was the best option that facing her.
She sat quietly and the shuttle ride back to Colonial One left alone with the troubled thoughts of what the baby would mean to her relationship. As she enters her office she could feel the lingering presence of Tory behind her. Laura turn about on her foot and puts her mask on and asked in the most emotionless voice, not wanting to show what was going through her mind, " Tory could you please set up a meeting for me with Admiral Adama, Captain Apollo and Mr Tom Zarek. Set it up for two please. Today." Tory's face flickers from a moment with surprise but then is suddenly covered.
"Certainly, Madame President" Tory replies as she leaves the room with one last backward glance.
It was going to be a long day.
