(Earlier today on the Enterprise…)

Medical Log, stardate 5438.6, or earth date December 17, 2268; I've been working very diligently on my medical files all morning and trying desperately to finish all my work, before I have my baby. It's been over a month now, since I was supposed to have this kid, and I don't know whether to be worried or be irritated out of my mind. Atticus says we're both doing just fine, but I still worry. Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock, and Mr. Scott have been up since 5 AM dealing with the Romulan surprise attack that they had warned us about several months before now. I just hope it all ends well, and we can continue on our way to our next mission ordered by Starfleet Command.

I sat at my desk doing paperwork, when I decided to look down at my belly and put my right hand gently on it, then sighed.

"You know, I'm kinda sick of looking like I've gotta a watermelon for a stomach, you know." I spoke, softly.

After talking to my kid, I heaved myself from my chair putting my hand back on my belly, and walked over to the medicine cabinet to take inventory. A sharp pain than rang through my abdomen, as I was scanning for what medicines needed refills and what could wait a little longer before refills. I grabbed my belly a smidge tighter and grimaced, and softly groan.

"Oooooof; hey…you okay in there," I questioned, worried.

My baby kicked gently back, as if it were telling me everything was alright. I smiled, rubbed my belly, then decided to go to the Bridge to see what Jim, Spock, and Scotty.

I entered out of Sickbay and into the hallways, then walked into the turbo lift.

"Bridge," I spoke.

As I was being lifted to the Bridge, I could hear a faint scream coming from the Bridge.

"What in the world," I gasped.

The turbo lift opened, and I entered out into the Bridge.

"What in blazes is going on here; I could hear your screaming all the way up here!" I snarled.

"Oh, just being attack by Romulan ships, nothing too major, really." Jim remarked, sardonically.

I was gonna give a smart remark back to Jim, when another pang hit my belly, but it was more intense, this time. I leaned over slightly, grabbed my belly, and moaned softly. Jim turned to me and grew concerned.

"Bones…you alright," Jim questioned.

"I'm alright…just a stomach ache, is all," I answered.

"You look a little pale, though,"

"Just focus on your battle, Jim,"

Jim turned his head back to the screen, back to focusing on his battle. This attack on the ship was more important than me for the moment being. I started back to the doors, when my pain intensified up a whole other level. Not taking it anymore, I let a wail of agony out and collapsed to the ground, holding my belly.

"Bones," Jim cried.

Spock rushed over with Jim.

"Dr. McCoy," Scotty exclaimed, and ran over to me, as well.

All three of them knelt down next to me; Jim placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, and Scotty sat next to the right of Jim and behind me, and Spock put a hand gently on my belly, as if he were checking for something.

"Bones, what's wrong," Jim questioned, worried.

"Oh, God…yeah…I think it's time, Jim." I moaned, giving out labored breaths.

"For a party," Sulu questioned, with a smile.

"Ooooo; I could go for a party right about now!" Chekov cheered.

"No, no party; can't yah see something's seriously wrong with Dr. McCoy?!" Scotty snapped.

Sulu and Chekov silenced and sat back down in their spots, then continued looking out at the screen.

"Bones…time for what…time for what, Bones?" Jim begged, anxious.

I shuddered in pain, before I was able to answer Jim.

"It's time, Jim…the baby's coming," I moaned.

Jim and Scotty both looked up and shared glances with Spock. Spock looked up from what seemed like to be examining me thoroughly, as if he were now my doctor.

"The contractions are seven minutes apart, Captain; this is, in fact, real labor." Spock spoke.

"Help me get him to Sickbay, Spock; Scotty, take charge of the Bridge, while we're gone!" Jim ordered.

"Aye, sir," Scotty answered, and rushed to Jim's chair.

"You're gonna be alright, Bones…everything's gonna be alright," Jim spoke, softly.

I moaned, again, and let out a scream of agony.