Nine months

By Natta

Summary: The title says it all. Beka/Dylan

Disclaimer: You know, I've always liked fanfiction. You know why? Because it's fanfiction. If you don't realise what that word means, you're too dumb to arrest me anyway.

A/N Anyone who can find the reference to "The things we cannot change" earns a gold star!

Month 1

~Dylan~

I knew something was wrong when she didn't want to have sex with me for a week. I mean, nothing wrong with that, but we're both people who like sex and lots of it. Sometimes, it can be everyday. But now as I said, nothing for a week. She says she doesn't feel well, or that she is tired. She seems a bit under the weather, so I dismissed it with a flu or something.

Soon I couldn't believe that anymore, because there was no virus or anything onboard the ship, and she didn't really seem ill, just tired.

'Beka?'

'Mhm?' She is lying with her back to me, like she always does. We have a pattern with that, she would always lie like that, and I would hold my arm around her waist and we'd be really close. Sometimes she would turn around and bury her face in my chest. She doesn't do that now though. Haven't in a while.

'Maybe you should ask Trance to check up on you. You haven't been yourself lately.' She opens one eye and looks at me. Then she turns on her back and faces me.

'Really Dylan, I'll be fine. It's just a little nausea and headache.' I sigh and smile at her.

'Afraid of the doctor?' She smiles back.

'No! Just.well.I.it's nothing really! I'll be fit for fight in no time.' I lie down and she settles in my arms.

'Whatever you say. But if it doesn't get better soon, I'm going to make that an order.' She mumbles something I can't hear and I bury my face in her soft blonde hair and lets the sleep into my mind.

~Beka~

I wake up the next morning and feel the next wave of nausea hit me. It's not that bad really, I haven't even been throwing up or anything and I can work normally. It's just that it won't go away, and it irritates me. Maybe Dylan is right, maybe I should go see Trance. But.no. Maybe later, maybe it will go away soon. I carefully move Dylans arm from me and get out of bed without rousing him. I don't really have to get up yet, I could lie there and just enjoy having this life for a while longer. Dylan and I just got married a month ago and our relationship became.romantic just two months before that. I was a little hesitant to move forward so quickly, but I guess he convinced me. I'm still not used to being called "Beka Hunt". It's so funny and weird, I wonder where Valentine went. Sometimes I miss it, but it's only a name. I quickly get dressed and look at my sleeping husband in the bed. I can't help smiling when I see him. Not that he looks funny or anything, but just the fact that he is mine. I step forward and give him a kiss on the forehead before I give him a small wave with the hand and leaves. I'm going to check on the Maru before my shift starts. When I get there, someone is there already.

'Hello?' I say carefully and a sandy blonde head turns up.

'Oh, hello boss. Super genius Harper here, checking up on your baby,' he says while patting the metal. I roll my eyes.

'Hey Harper. How ya doing?' He shrugs.

'Just fine. Didn't get much sleep last night, but I don't often, so well.' I laugh and give him a pat on the back.

'So, what were you doing, maybe I can help.' I stop and frown. The nausea attack is coming much stronger now, and I guess I'm moaning cause Harper gets this worried look in his face.

'Beka, you okay?' I shake my head.

'I think I have to.' Man, I can't even recognise my own voice. I just make it into the privy when it comes. I can feel Harper step up behind me and holding my hair away while I throw up. When it finally stops, I rest my head in my hands and gasp for air.

~Dylan~

I wonder why Beka is late. She left before I woke up, so it's really strange that she didn't get here in time. The doors opens, but it's not her, it's Harper.

'Hello Mr. Harper, any news?' I say. He's been working on a way to improve the engines, which I don't think is going to work. He scratches his neck and looks up at me.

'Not really. I was just coming to tell you that Beka is in med bay with Trance, but she'll come as soon as they're finished.' He turns to leave, but I stop him with a hand on his shoulder.

'Whoa, whoa wait up! Is something wrong with her?' He looks back to me.

'She got sick in the Maru and threw up. So I just thought I'd take her to Trance for a check-up. I'm sure she'll be fine.' I nod and let him go again.

Fifteen minutes later, Beka shows up. She looks really pale, and she's usually pale, so that's really pale.

'Are you okay?' I ask her, from a distance. She nods slightly, and smiles, but the smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. I can see there's something she's not telling me. I sigh. This is going to be a long shift.

~Beka~

I have no idea how to tell him. This came as such a shock, and I'm sure he wasn't expecting it. Well, neither was I. Can't believe I was thinking things were moving forward so quickly. Talk about quickly now. I glance over at him, he probably knows something is up, but waits until the shift is over. That makes sense, I wouldn't want to talk about it here. Would feel weird. We decided when we started our relationship not to mix personal life and professional life, meaning if we have a disagreement at work, we shouldn't let it interfer with how we act with each other "at home" so to say and vice versa. I am happy about this, it would get so complicated if we didn't. I see that the shift is over soon, and surprisingly enough find myself dreading it.

'I should be happy about this,' I reprimand myself, 'and happy to tell Dylan.' But I realise that's not what's wrong. I am happy, scared and shocked, worried to fail, but I am happy. It's not what I worry about. I worry that Dylan won't be happy about it. What if he thinks it's a bad idea? We did talk about it earlier, and decided it was not a good idea until the commonwealth was completely restored and things had calmed down. Maybe in a few years. Now it's not in a few years, this is now. The doors open and Tyr shows up.

'It's my shift now,' he mumbles. I nod and leave as quick as possible, trying to get away from the Dylan, but he catches me right outside.

'Where do you think you're going so quickly?' He catches my lips with a soft kiss and my lips melt at the feeling, they still do after so many kisses.

'Would you like to go have dinner with me mrs Hunt?' I smile at him and nod. Although my stomach does not feel like eating, I guess I'll have to now that I'm eating for two. Gah, that sounds awful, let's not think of it that way! Our walk there is quiet, if Dylan knows something's up he's not pushing the matter anyway.

'So, how are you feeling now?' he asks, referring to my nausea and headache.

'A bit better actually,' I say as I take the spoon and put it into my mouth.

'I heard you threw up this morning.'

'Yeah, disaster waiting to happen, I guess.' I flash him a smile. When am I going to tell him? This is so much harder than I thought.

~Dylan~

This has been a long day, and Beka hasn't quite been herself. That counts for now too. It's evening and we're going to go to bed soon. Right now, I'm sitting on the couch and she's got her head on my lap.

'Dylan, do you want to have children?' she asks suddenly. I look at her, a bit surprised that she would adress the matter.

'Yes, of course I do, someday.' She looks straight into my eyes.

'Define "someday"' I smile and ruffle her locks tenderly.

'Well, it's so much right now with the commonwealth. Raising a child now, I don't think that would be a good idea. But of course I want children, maybe in a few years or something.' She doesn't look happy at all anymore.

'So.you don't want kids until in a few years.' I frown and look at her. It's not like she's been eager to have kids exactly.

'Yeah, I guess that's what I'm saying. Beka, what.' I see a pained expression flash on her face before she gets off my lap and walks to the window, looking out at the stars.

'We haven't got that time. We've got a little more than eight months,' she says silently. I want to slap myself as realization hits me. The nausea, throwing up, going to Trance, asking about children.of course! I walk up to her, turn her around and encircle her in my arms.

'I'm so sorry Beka, so awfully sorry,' I whisper while rocking her in my arms, 'of course I want this child.' I hear her crying softly and as my own feelings settle down, I can only feel happiness at these wonderful news.

~TBC~