"I'm sorry, Doctor, I thought you just said something about twins in seven months?"

"That's correct, Admiral," he said, "you're seven weeks pregnant."

"That's not possible."

"Well, my tricorder says differently, you are most definitely pregnant."

"That is not possible!" she said agitatedly.

He led her to a chair, "Admiral, calm down. Why is it impossible?"

Kathryn took a deep breath, "Seven weeks ago, we were still on Andraaxia. Chakotay and I weren't intimate until after we married, and we certainly weren't trying for a family from the get go. We were both on our boosters."

"Hmm," the Doctor said thoughtfully, "it's quite rare for boosters to fail when both parties are up to date. I suspect there may be another reason for your unexpected pregnancy?"

"What?"

"Tell me, did you Chakotay have any of a local fruit the size of a cherry? It would've had an outward appearance of pomegranate, but the texture of a peach when the skin was peeled back."

Kathryn blinked, "Um, yes, actually. On our wedding night. Chakotay had gotten some from B'Elanna, she'd been going on about them."

"The Andraaxi have actually been studying the fruit. I was able to learn a little about it. The fruit apparently produces an enzyme that reacts with the chemicals produced in a body during intimacy to promote the exchange of DNA. It would also have counteracted anything in your body designed to inhibit the exchange of DNA. Since B'Elanna was already pregnant, I suspect those enzymes might've had an aphrodisiac effect on her."

Kathryn rubbed at her eyes, "Wow, I wish someone had informed us of this fruit before anyone had some."

"The Andraaxi are still in the early stages of research, so no formal regulations for the fruit have been made yet. Much of what I told you is speculation at this point."

Kathryn sighed, "Well, what's done is done. It's a lot to take in, but thank you, Doctor."

"You're welcome, Admiral," he went to his desk and pulled a couple of things out of a drawer.

Handing them to her he said, "This is a little something to relieve any particularly bad morning sickness, and some prenatal vitamins."

Kathryn nodded and got up to leave.

"Admiral," the Doctor said, she turned back to him, "congratulations."

"Thank you."

Frankly, Kathryn was in a daze. This was completely unexpected, but not unwanted. In fact, after her initial panic, she was actually kind of excited.

The biggest question on her mind now was how to tell Chakotay. She didn't want to make a big a deal out it. 'Something simple,' she thought. Maybe she'd get a couple of onesies that said, "Daddy's #1 Fans!" Or maybe she would just outright tell him, that lacked a bit of pizzazz, though. The onesies would be fun just to see how long it took him to realize what "Fans" meant.

She went home and replicated two yellow onesies. As she finished replicating them, she heard a muffled clatter come from their room upstairs.

She heard Chakotay muttering on the other side of the door as she went up the stairs.

"Ow, ow, ow..."

She snickered, "Uh, Chakotay? You okay?"

He opened the door, "Kathryn? I didn't hear you come in."

She hid the onesies behind her back before he could see them. "I've only been back a few minutes," she answered, "what happened?"

He still stood in front of the doorway, so she couldn't see in the room. He looked at his foot and pointed to it, "I stubbed my toe."

"Ahh, what were you doing that you stubbed it?"

"I've been putting the final touches on my project."

"In our bedroom?"

He stepped aside so that she could look in the room. Where their old metal frame bed once stood was a simply but beautifully crafted wooden bed frame.

She gasped, "It's beautiful."

"I knew you'd like," he said, "it's reclaimed mahogany."

She turned, keeping one hand behind her back. She reached up and kissed him. A tear ran down her cheek.

"If you happen to have any of that wood left," she said, "could I trouble you to make a couple more things?"

He smiled, "Anything."

She put the onesies in his hands. He opened them and softly read what was on them, "Daddy's #1 Fans."

His jaw dropped and he looked at her, "You're kidding?" He gradually began to smile, "How?"

"Apparently that fruit we ate on our wedding night is some powerful booster neutralizing stuff."

He let out a laugh, "Of all the ironies, a little fruit led to you getting pregnant."

He looked back down at the onesies, "Wait a minute. This says "Fans.""

She sat down on the bed. He looked at her, "Are we having twins?"

"Ding, ding, ding!"

He sat next to her and held her.