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James paced in front of the office door, trying to summon up the courage to knock. This shouldn't be so hard. He wanted to find out the truth about Natalya, if she really was pregnant with his kid. But on the other... that was fucking terrifying. The fact that he could be expecting a child was scary as hell. Of course if what Pike said was true, he would man up and be there. Even if he was angrier then hell at Natalya for keeping it from him. He wouldn't abandon his kid because Natalya was being stupid for who knows what reason. Was she scared or something? Did she really think that he would have abandoned her and his kid? They didn't talk much during their little... fling... but for God's sake, did she really think he was that big an asshole? There was absolutely no way he would have left his son or daughter without a father. No. Way.

Jim sighed, glaring at her office door. He lifted his fist, knocking three times. He felt his stomach twist dangerously. God he felt almost sick.

"Enter."

She sounded slightly frustrated. Ya well, join the fucking club.

Jim moved through the door, searching the small office and finding her instantly. Her back was to him as she stretched to put some old book he recognized from her quarters on the ship up on a tall shelf. He couldn't see her front at all and for a moment she wondered if Pike was just screwing with him. She still looked the same from the back at least...

"Natalya?" He said, making her give a little jump of surprise, dropping the book and whipping around.

Nope. Pike definitely wasn't screwing with him.

She was still beautiful. Her hair was the same, her face, her perfect curves and her flawless legs. The only difference was her stomach. Her usually perfectly flat stomach curved out, clearly visible underneath her Star Fleet uniform. Natalya was pregnant. Jim felt his head spin.

"James..." Natalya whispered, her face paling as she wrapped her arms around her stomach... like she was protecting it.

He didn't even know what to say. He felt so many different things. Anger, fear, worry, hurt, pain. It all rushed over him in giant gusts, making him dizzy. "God dammit Natalya." He hissed, grabbing the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She breathed, her voice shaking. He'd never heard her like this, scared and unsure. One of the things he liked about her was her air of confidence. She never doubted what she did, just took it at it was. Now she just looked small and scared. Of him.

"Pike said something about you being pregnant." He hissed, glaring at her as he tried to control his anger. "Why the hell would you not tell me?!"

Natalya sucked in a breath, staring ahead of her... not even looking at him. "I thought it was best." She said, her voice stronger, more sure.

"Best that I didn't know that I was having a kid!" He snapped, clenching his fist. "I had a right to know! What were you going to do? Just have the baby and never even tell me! Dammit Natalya!" he cried, slamming his hand against the wall. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. This wasn't helping.

"I didn't... I didn't think you would want it... the baby. So I just asked for a leave. This was my choice." She said, finally meeting his eyes and lifting her chin. But her shaking hand that wasy laying over her stomach was a give away that she was still scared about what was going on. "James... we both know you don't want a kid."

"Don't act like you know what the hell I would do in this situation." He snapped, moving forward. She flinched, taking a little involentary step back. Like he was going to hit her or something. That only fueled his anger. "Do you think I'm some jackass who would leave his kid? I grew up without a father, Natalya. I wouldn't do that to my own kid. I wouldn't have left you alone."

"I... I thought this was best." She repeated, her face hardening and turning a bright red. "It was my choice to come here and do this. I'm the one who's pregnant. I'm the one who has to give birth to this kid and decide what I want to do!" There was that famous attitude of hers.

James sighed, falling back into a chair next to a cluttered desk and lay his head in his hands. "God, Natalya." He whispered. His head was still swimming and his stomach hurt. He felt like shit. "How did this even happen? You said you were on the pill."

She blinked a couple times, taking several deep breaths before she moved to sit in another chair across the office. "It doesn't work when you take antibiotics. I took them when we went to that tiny planet in secter four. The stupid bitch nurse didn't tell me and we got drunk that night..."

"I used a condom." He snapped, clenching his fist. But he knew he couldn't be sure. He didn't even remember that night. Just waking up next to her with a major headache. He couldn't remember for the life of him if he used one. But even drunk... Jim wasn't that stupid was he?

"I'm six months pregnant James. Obviously not." She snapped back, folding her arms and glaring at him. "You were the only guy I was sleeping with. And I didn't get myself in this situation."

"So it's my fault?!" He growled, clenching his fist again. Natalya rolled her eyes, glaring over at him.

"No, James. This isn't anyone's fault. And even if there was... it'd be that God damn nurse." She sighed, leaning up a bit and rubbing her stomach gently. It was so weird that his kid was in there. A small baby that he had created. He felt his head swim all over again.

"You should have told me." He whispered, looking up at her and meeting her beautiful green eyes.

"I didn't know you would feel like this." She mumbled, glancing away from him. "I...I'm sorry." She sighed.

"It's my baby too. I get a say in this." He said, watching as she looked back over at him. She looked... scared.

"I don't know what I'm doing right now, James. I've...I've gone to a couple adoption agencies." She mumbled, twirling her hair nervously.

"Adoption? You want to get rid of it?" He asked, almost sounding... offended.

"Have you ever seen me with Amanda? Or Monty's kid, Johnathan? I'm horrible with kids. I didn't even want any. I can't be a mom." She scoffed, folding her arms again and shaking her head. "It should have a good family. A mom and dad who love it and a home."

"We can't give the kid that? If you came back on the Enterprise we could-"

"I'm not sure about any of this James, okay?" She sighed, running a hand through her long glossy curls. "I just need to rest okay? I'm really tired." She looked up at him, her eyes pleading.

"Y-Ya." He mumbled, standing up and shaking his head. "I... need a couple days."

"That's fine." She said, getting up herself and stretching her back.

"But I am coming back. I am apart of this now." He stressed, glaring over at her. She bit down on her perfect bottom lip and nodded almost reluctantly.

"Okay."

Two days passed before James showed back up at her door. For two nerve wrecking days she just sat around, waiting for him to show up and do God knows what. Maybe he was going to blow up on her again. Maybe he wasn't coming back... he would just walk away and forget about her and his unborn child. For Two days she worried and freaked out.

Then he was there. He looked worn and tired, with dark circles under his eyes and his hair a mess. He looked like he was run over by a bus, to put it nicely. He didn't say a word when he walked in, just moved forward into her apartment like he owned the place and a determined look on his face. She felt her heart beat out of her chest as a giant, gaping silence filled the room.

"I'm apart of all the decisions from here on out." He declared suddenly, squaring his shoulders as he faced her and lifting his chin. "If the kid goes up for adoption that will be our decision. Not just yours, ours. That," He jabbed his hand at her rounded belly and stared straight at her, "that is my kid too. You can't just make all the decisions because your the one who's pregnant. This baby is my responsibility too and you can't just do whatever you want here. Got it?"

Half of her wanted to lift her chin up in a stubborn look too, scoff and tell him no. The independent half that hated being ordered around just wanted to yell at him and ask him who the fuck he thought he was. But the other half, the smarter half knew what he was saying was fair. The baby inside her was his too. And that smarter half was happy he was here, barking out these orders. Because it meant she wasn't alone in this anymore. She wasn't going to be the only one freaking out over this child, wondering if she was doing everything right. The smarter half wanted to reach out, hug James and ball. Because even if she would never tell him... she was terrified of having this baby. She was terrified to make the wrong decision. Now she had someone to help her.

She didn't hug him and cry though. Her independence was still to strong for that. She was never going to let James see she was struggling with all of this. So she pretended to maul that over before she gave a little shrug. "Okay." She said simply, making his head whip around and he stared at her in disbelief. James seemed to think she was going to put up more of a fight.

"Okay?" He questioned, watching her cautiously.

"I...I understand where this is coming from James. I understand that your mad." She said, giving another little shrug as she sat down on her couch. Her ankles and back were killing her. And the baby seemed to be as nervous as she was because it jumped around in there, kicking her ribs and her back.

"Good..." He muttered, sounding almost proud of himself as he sat down in a comfy chair near her. "I want some answers to begin with." He stated, looking back up at her and then down at her stomach. His gazed turned more nervous when he looked at her belly. Like he thought the baby was going to pop out right there and start crying daddy.

"That seems... fair." She said, watching him carefully.

"How far along are you exactly? When is the baby due?" He asked, leaning back in the chair and waiting.

"Six months and three weeks. And the baby is due June 14th." She answered, moving around uncomfortably as the baby seemed to stretch painfully. She pressed a hand to her belly, hoping it would calm down a bit.

"How long did you know you were pregnant... before you left?"

"Just a week. I... I was going to just get rid of it but I couldn't do it. So I decided to just take leave and decide what to do during those eight months." She mumbled. She hated that she had ever thought of getting rid of the baby. She couldn't even imagine what it would be like now.

"You thought about abortion?" He asked, looking over at her with wide eyes. She blushed, hating that she even told him.

"I freaked out James. I mean, it's not like we were in a committed relationship and were all in love and shit. We were just sleeping together. People who just sleep together don't raise babies together." She mumbled, taking a deep breath. "I hate that I even thought about it. And I'm glad I didn't."

He nodded, running his fingers through his hair. "And there hasn't been anything wrong? You and the kid are healthy?"

"Yeah. I mean, about a month ago the doctor was worried because I wasn't gaining enough weight but it's fine now. I'm actually bigger then I'm supposed to be." She shrugged, looking down at her belly. She couldn't imagine getting any bigger then this.

"Do you know if it's a boy or girl?" He asked.

"No... I kinda wanted it to be a surprise." She mumbled, giving a sheepish shrug and shrugging. James nodded, taking it all in.

"Can I..." James suddenly shifted uncomfortably, glancing down at his hands. "Can I feel it move?"

She blinked, caught a bit off guard. James almost looked cute as his cheeks turned the slightest shade of red. Natalya laughed, nodding her head and reaching out for his hand. He stood, moving to take a seat next to her. She grabbed his wrist, pressing his hand against her stomach and waiting for the baby to move. It was sorta odd, having James hand on her after so long. It wasn't like before. She was fully clothed and sitting instead of lying on her back underneath him. But it had the same effect. She could feel the heat of his hand through her shirt as he pressed it into her stomach, trying to feel their baby. She felt suddenly flustered and wanted to shove him away but she didn't. After a few moments of waiting the baby moved, making James jerk his hand back and look alarmed. She giggled despite how flustered she was.

"That... uh, that was weird. Does it hurt?" He asked. It was almost a childish question, but it was sweet.

"Not all the time. That one didn't hurt." She said, grabbing his wrist and pressing it to the same spot. The baby was still rolling around, trying to get comfortable.

"It's weird... but its kinda... cool." He mumbled, gazing down at her stomach oddly. It was a look she had never seen on his face before. It made her heart flutter and a warmth spread through her.

If she wasn't mistaken... it was love.

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