A/N: Okay, so I'm having slight writer's block with 'Amy' at the moment, so that might not be updated for a while. If anyone is reading any of my other fics, I'm sorry about the slow updating of them too. :L Oh, and the fact that Tuvok went with Janeway during his Pon Farr, well, I'm kind of working on the basis that his wife died… I know, harsh, but I really wish that their pairing had been canon :D Plus, I know that a Vulcan pregnancy is longer than a humans, but I'm not exactly sure how much longer :/ If anybody knows, please tell me :3

Seven woke up in the morning with a pair of strong, tanned arms holding her close to a warm body. She smiled drowsily, and snuggled herself closer to Chakotay. She thanked God – whoever he was – that she had had her emotional block taken out of her head. That was the thing she hated the Borg for the most. Not making her sterile. Because not having children, she could deal with. But not being able to love, it would have killed her, slowly, but surely.

"We should probably get up," Seven murmured into Chakotay's arm.

Chakotay tightened his arms around her, "I know, but I prefer this to doing work."

"True." She splayed her fingers open across the soft sand, and finally opened her eyes. The waterfall looked as beautiful as ever, but this certain morning; it looked more mystical than ever before. The sky was a deep blue, and small, wispy clouds floated through the air. She couldn't have imagined a more perfect scenario.

It had been six weeks since their first kiss, and neither could imagine being anywhere else but with the Ventu. True, Chakotay had wanted to return to Earth as much as many of the original crew, but what would have awaited him there? The Federation would be waiting to put shackles on his wrists as soon as he set foot on Earth, simply because he used to be a Marquis.

He silently kissed the back of Seven's neck, and smiled when he felt a shudder go down her spine. Maybe this was the time to ask her, he thought, and twined his fingers through hers. "Seven?"

"Hm?"

"Marry me?" he asked quietly into her ear.

Seven turned her head, so she was looking at his face, and stared into his eyes, "You mean it?"

"Of course I do! I love you." He lightly kissed her lips, and smiled softly, "So, will you?"

Seven's sudden hug was crushing, and she could feel tears of glee pool in her eyes, "Yes! Yes I will Chakotay!" she took his face in her hands, and pulled it down to make his lips touch hers in a deep, passionate kiss.

=A=

On Voyager, there was an entirely different mood. Kathryn still hadn't told Tuvok that he was going to be a father. Again. Even after all this time, it was still hard for her to accept, and the white space in her head was getting worse and worse. Every time Tuvok was off duty, she would automatically go there. She hadn't even dared to tell the imaginary Tuvok that she was pregnant, let alone the real one.

She was two and a half months gone, out of eleven months, and the baby was taking all of her energy. At least one day a week, she had to ask Tuvok or Harry to take the helm. She was going to see the Doctor – again – to have her weekly check-up. He'd ask her if she had told Tuvok about the baby yet, and yet again, she'd reply 'no'.

Kathryn straightened her uniform top over her slight bulge, and left her quarters. She knew she was getting funny looks from crew members, mainly because her top wasn't as form fitting as normal, and she had been acting queer around her current first officer. Many had assumed it was because it was odd having Tuvok as a first officer instead of Chakotay, but a few noticed it was something more.

The blushes on her cheeks, the times when she would subconsciously cover her abdomen with her hands, and how she had to go and see the Doctor so much.

She walked through the double doors of the medical bay, and stopped dead.

Tuvok was sitting on the main biobed, the Doctor injecting something into him with a hypo spray.

"Doctor, Tuvok." She greeted both men, and walked over to them.

"Ah, Captain, here for your check-up?" the Doctor asked whilst putting the hypo spray back on the tray, and smiling awkwardly at her.

Tuvok gave her a curt nod, and stood up, "Are we done, Doctor?"

The Doctor sighed, "Yes. You can go." Tuvok nodded again, and started to the doors. "Lie down on the bed please, Captain." Kathryn lay down, and waited for the scanning that would follow, "So, how have you been feeling this week?"

"Tired. And hungry. Especially for meat. That's normal, isn't it? Cravings?" she asked.

"Of course it is. I'd be slightly worried if weren't getting any." He scanned over her head and her abdomen, and smiled, "You're both perfectly healthy and fine. I can even tell you the gender, if you want to know."

"You could?"

"Hm-hm."

"Oh, go on then, tell me."

"You are going to have a bouncing baby boy, on the seventeenth of June."

Kathryn grinned widely, and patted her small bump, "A boy. I always wanted a son when I was younger. Always said I'd call him Joseph. I better tell Tuvok soon. Perhaps that will make the white space in my head go away at last. I's getting beyond annoy-"

"You're pregnant?" Tuvok asked from where he had been standing like a statue near the doors.

"Told you to tell him when you found out." The Doctor muttered to Kathryn, and then went into his office, keeping out of the way.

"Uh…"

"Captain, you are pregnant?" Tuvok ever so slightly creased his brows, "Since when have you been…with child?"

"Take a wild guess, Tuvok. Who was I with, two and a half months ago?" she asked sarcastically. She stood up, and made for the doors. Tuvok grabbed her arm, and stopped her. "Let me go."

"Tell me who the father is…please." He rasped the last word, not used to using it.

Kathryn looked at him with her deep brown eyes, and said, "You." She tugged her arm out of Tuvok's grasp, and walked in a brisk pace to the bridge.

A/N: I'm on a tightrope walk with this chapter, unsure if I love it or hate it. Please review :3 I'll give out cybercookies! Chaz~