"Beverly gave me hormones!" Deanna yelped causing Will's drowsy form to jump beneath her.

A lazy smile slid across his face as he gripped her shoulders and eased her back to his chest.

"Yes." He muttered, grazing his fingers across the skin on her back and settling the purple satin sheet around her.

"So that I would get pregnant tonight." Her voice was one of realization and awe.

"That was the idea." He murmured, pressing his lips against her hair.

"You conspired with another woman, who gave me drugs, so you could get me pregnant." She accused teasingly, her voice high. "I'm pretty sure that's above your authority Commander."

"As your commanding office and your listed next of kin. I beg to differ, but if you care to file a formal complaint I would appreciate it if you would hold off on the court martial until our child is born. Unless you want to go through all that on your own." He stretched sleepily.

"I could be getting pregnant right now." She whispered and Will smiled, watching her hand skim across her abdomen. "Right here in our new fake quarters." Will slid his large hand around hers, skimming her abdomen with his thumb.

"About that." He took a deep breath, holding it until he met her eyes. "You like it right?"

"Of course I do." She looked around the room. "It's perfect."

"Good, because I have Geordi doing the refit."

"Now?" She laughed and he nodded again.

"He's probably done." Will rubbed his face.

"What if I said no?" She giggled, shaking her head at him incredulously.

"I was fairly confident you would not say no." He smirked, pecking her on the cheek. She ran her fingers through his beard and laughed.

"Oh yeah?" Deanna teased.

"Yeah." He paused, his eyes becoming serious. "I always knew it would be you and me. Then, when you were with Worf…" He paused and she pressed her palm against his bare chest. "When Beverly showed me the playback from her office..." She watched the way his eyes shone. "I knew you still wanted it too."

"Our future." She whispered, laying her head back down and burrowing into the hollow of his shoulder, her hand drifted back to her abdomen, wistfully caressing it with her fingertips as if willing her body to create their child. "Will we should get dressed."

"Why?"

"I want to see our new quarters."

"We don't need to get dressed for that."

"I think the Captain might object to his Sr. Staff walking the halls seriously out of uniform." She raised an eyebrow.

He grinned at her wickedly before furrowing his eyebrows and calling out into the air.

"Riker to Transporter Room Two."

…..

"Of course Number one." Jean Luc Picard tried to look jovial at the news his first officer was telling him. "I'd be honored."

"Thank you Sir." Will bowed slightly before looking back at his Captain. "We'd like to do it as soon as possible, Sir."

That sinking feeling pooled again in the pit of Picard's stomach.

"I understand." He said blankly, Will's smile spread widely. "How is Deanna feeling?"

"It's day by day." Will's grin faltered just a little, but he pushed it back into place quickly. "We're hopeful that Beverly's new treatment options will work."

"Yes. She told me she had something that might be helpful, but she wasn't sure Deanna was going to try it." He thought he saw Riker blush from beneath his hairy face, but it faded as quickly as it appeared.

The man cleared his throat.

"We started the procedures last night." The grin became full, white teeth appearing.

"It went well?"

"Yes Sir." Will almost giggled. "Everything went well."

"Good to hear, Number One." He tried to hide his puzzlement. "We'll look at dates for your wedding after the Ambassador and his delegation depart?"

"That would be great, Sir. Thank you." The door chimed as Will went to leave and he allowed it to open.

"Commander, looking well." Beverly smirked.

"Top shape, Doctor." He chuckled as he exited. Beverly put down her pad and dropped into the chair in front of the captain's desk.

"I feel as if there is a joke I'm not a part of Beverly." He tossed her a lopsided grin, an eyebrow quirking absently towards his bald head.

"Are you asking me to be let in on ships gossip?"

"I have some for you." He teased, before standing and walking towards the replicator, he conjured up their favorite teas. "Not that my ships counselor hasn't already told you."

"Will told you about the baby?" Beverly asked in surprise.

"Baby?" Picard's back went rod straight. "They're having a baby?"

"Well-. wait" She stammered. "What did Will tell you?"

"That they want to get married." He exclaimed. "No mention of a baby."

"Married!" Beverly beamed.

"A baby?" Picard settled on the edge of his desk. "Is it safe for her? To be having a baby? Will said that you started the procedure last night."

"He said I started the-." She laughed out loud. "I assure you Jean Luc my role last night was merely preemptory. I was not involved in the actual... procedure."

"Beverly, I'm still feeling like I'm not getting the joke."

"A baby is the treatment, Jean Luc." She laughed louder. "The procedure is-."

"I get it now Doctor!" He interrupted. He was still expressionless, except for the fain pink on the tops of his ears. "Thank you."

"They really want to get married?" Beverly's voice was sing song as her laughter slowed. Picard nodded.

"Next week." He sighed. "As soon as possible."

"That's wonderful." She smiled.

"You don't think they're rushing it?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Only if you think a decade is rushing it." She shook her head.

"You seem to think three decades is rushing it." He teased.

"We're not talking about us." She grinned as he leaned over her and pressed a kiss to her mouth.

"Why are we not talking about us, again?" He teased.

"Captain we're in the ready room." She tried to sound innocent, he looked around considering this.

"I'm ready, Doctor." He smirked as she arched her back up to meet his lips with hers. His hand had just settled in her long red locks when the door chimed. She snorted as his back went rod straight. She stood and wiped at the corner of his mouth with her fingers, until he caught her hand, raising his eyebrows at her.

She nodded quickly.

"Come." He called efficiently, dropping her wrist and side stepping away from her. The tall Klingon stood in the door.

"You wanted to see the reports on the security details for this evening's reception."

"Yes. Mr. Worf, come in."

"I'll see you later tonight Doctor?"

"Yes Sir." She smiled, wagging her eyebrows out of the security chief's line of site.