"I'm so bored," Andrea groaned, as Nyota sat behind her on the bed.

Jim snorted as he rubbed her feet, "You're bored?" he asked, pushing deep into the heel of her left foot. "I'm here on my break rubbing your feet."

Andrea glared at him, "Leo said you had to keep an eye on me," she snapped, as Nyota brushed her hair. "If you keep bitching, then it's going to be a lot easier for me to give the title of "godfather" to someone else."

He quickly shut his mouth and continued rubbing her feet, as Nyota giggled. "Have you talked to Leo today?" she asked, running the brush through her hair.

"He called early this morning," she yawned. "We talked for ten minutes before someone came in with that damn virus. Supposedly they were throwing up massive amounts of blood and Leo was freaking out when he saw the blood all over the floor."

Jim made a face, "That's fucking disgusting," he shuddered.

Andrea nodded, "And he told me this as I was eating my breakfast," she shook her head. "Such a kind, loving man I married, huh?"

"Are you hungry now?" Nyota asked. "We can order lunch up from the mess hall."

Andrea shook her head, "Nah," she stretched her legs. "I'll be out cold in five minutes."

Jim snorted, "Getting all that extra rest in before Mini Bones arrives, huh?" he asked, moving to her right foot. "How many more days now?"

"Three weeks and two days," Andrea and Nyota said at once. "What? I'm keeping track just incase you decide to go into labor sooner," Nyota shrugged.

"If this baby knows what's good for him, he'll stay in here til his Daddy comes home," she pouted, rubbing her belly. "Right baby? You're going to stay in there til he comes home?"

"If I wasn't feeling so sick about Bones' bloodbath of a patient, I would "oooh" and "ahh" over this scene," Jim said, making a face.

Andrea rolled her eyes, "Are you stay here tonight?" she asked. "Because if so, you should change the sheets to on that cot."

Jim looked over to the cot against the wall in the bedroom, "I'll change em," he grumbled. "It's not like anyone gross has been sleeping on them anyway! Nyota was in here last night."

Nyota snickered, "You think I slept on that thing?" she asked, pointing to the cot with her hairbrush. "I slept on this comfy bed with Andy."

Jim gasped, "What? How is that even fair?" he asked.

"First of all, you're a guy," Andrea said, to which Jim made a face. "And if my husband found out that you were sleeping in our martial bed, though you are our best friend, he would have a shit fit."

He grumbled, "Can't I sleep at the foot of the bed?" he asked.

Nyota began to laugh, "What are you? A dog?" she asked, shaking with laughter.

Andrea began to giggle, "You've always reminded me of a golden retriever," she looked him over carefully. "A puppy actually."

Jim got up and moved to the door, "Have fun getting someone to take my shift tonight," he huffed. "I will NOT allow this, this, abuse to continue!"

"Oh Jim! I was only teasing you!" Andrea cried, as he stormed out of the room. "You're more of a chihuahua!"

….

Later that night, Jim returned with dinner and helped Andrea out to the kitchen.

"I thought you weren't coming back tonight?" she asked, as he set a sandwich down in front of her.

"I figured if I didn't show up then Bones would find out, then he would come back and kill me for leaving you alone," he said frostily, as he went to get water from the replicator. "I'd rather not face the wrath of your husband, especially in your delicate condition."

Andrea snorted, "Delicate condition?"

Jim returned with a glass of water, "We can't have you falling in the bathroom and having the baby shoot out of your uterus," he sat down across from her. "That would put me on the "Dammit Jim, you're going to have your balls cut off and thrown out of an air lock" part of the list."

"What list?" she asked, taking a bite out of her sandwich. "Leo doesn't have a list."

"Yes he does!" Jim cried. "I saw the damn thing on his PADD when I hacked it during one of our missions! Do you know what he would do to me if you broke any bones while under my supervision?"

She gave him a hesitant look, "Do I really want to know?"

"He said he would chop my fingers off and then put them all back on," he paused for dramatics. "The wrong finger that is! So like I could flip Spock off with my thumb instead of my middle finger."

Andrea started laughing, "Oh god, don't make me laugh," she moaned. "I have a weak bladder and this could put me into early labor."

Jim shook his head, "I don't know Andy," he sighed dramatically. "You married a sick man"

"Oh please," she scoffed, picking up her drink. "Maybe Leo has to make these threats to keep you in line. I'm sure my husband wouldn't harm a single hair from that fair crown upon your big head."

"It's bad enough that your dad keeps calling me, making sure you're alright," he groaned. "Don't you two talk? Why does he have to ask me how you're doing and if M'Benga is keeping an eye on you?"

Andrea grew quiet, setting her glass down. "Andy?" Jim frowned. "Oh god, are you not talking to your dad?"

Still bitter that her father couldn't help keep Leo aboard, she ignored his calls for the entire week; the longest they'd gone without talking to one another.

"Not at the moment, no," she shook her head, looking down at the half eaten sandwich.

"Oh my god," Jim exclaimed. "No, no, no," he shook his head. "This is not acceptable. You are going to call him right after dinner and you are going to tell him that you're sorry for not calling and then you will tell him every single detail of your visits with M'Benga and to make sure he and Joanna are still scheduled to arrive in three weeks."

"But-" she started, before Jim silenced her with a glare.

"No buts, Andy," he shook his head. "You cannot just ignore the freakin' Admiral! Especially when he's your father and can totally call your husband, which would be a total nightmare for the both of us."

Andrea groaned, "Fine, I'll call him after dinner," she gave in. "I hate you sometimes."

Jim shrugged, "Well, I don't hate me," he picked up his burger. "How could I hate such a handsome face?"

…..

The silence between Andrea and Chris was filled with awkward tension, as they stared at one another through the screen. For once, Andrea was relieved to be up in space.

"So," Chris cleared his throat. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine."

He nodded, "Oh, well that's good," he managed a small smile. "You look good, Andy."

She sighed, "Daddy.." she started.

"No, I know you're mad at me, and I understand," he stopped her. "But believe me, if I could've done something to keep Leo on the Enterprise, I would've."

Andrea nodded, "I know," she whispered.

"From the reports I keep getting, it looks like he'll be home sooner that we expected," he shrugged. "Maybe he'll be home next week if all goes well."

"I hope so," she sighed. "Jim's very annoying and he snores."

Chris chuckled, "Doesn't Leo snore?" he asked. "I snore and you never complained considering we were across the hall from one another."

"But that's because I was used to it and at five, you want to hear your parents snore. Makes you feel safe, knowing that aliens didn't kidnap them!" she whined. "And Leo doesn't snore as loud as Jim. You'd think a plane was crashing through the bedroom!"

"I DON'T SNORE THAT LOUD!" Jim shouted from the sofa.

Andrea groaned, "See? He's loud, too."

"So is Leo," Chris smiled. "I've heard him shout before and it's not pretty."

"Just agree with me, Dad! Jim is a loud mouth, obnoxious snorer," she pouted. "He even farts in his sleep. It's so gross."

Chris couldn't help but laugh at his daughter's misfortune, "Are you sure you want a boy, then? Because that's what they do, honey."

Andrea pouted, "My son would never do such foul things," she shook her head. "He's going to be the perfect angel."

They could hear Jim laughing from the other room, "A perfect angel? More like a loudmouth-daredevil, who will no doubt plot to destroy us all! He's got Bones for a father and you as the mother!"

"I'm going to kill him, you know that right?" she asked, as Chris laughed again. "I hope Starfleet's jailhouse has accommodations for pregnant women, especially one who is close to delivery."

Chris cleared his throat, "You're not going to kill anyone," he shook his head. "Jim and I will have words later."

"I'm not afraid of you, Pike!" Jim shouted.

"Anyways, what else have you been up to?" Chris asked, ignoring the adult-sized infant in the next room. "Joanna's at a friends house for a sleepover and she wants to know everything that's been going on up there."

They spoke for three hours, which was a blessing with it came to space transmissions. From Joanna's gymnastics team to school projects, that Chris was having difficulty understanding, given the fact that it had been years since Joanna needed any help on arts and crafts. She heard about their prank on Phil for April fools, consisting of putting hair dye in his shampoo.

"He walked around with green and pink hair for three days," Chris laughed. "He took his revenge out on me, since Joanna is young. Had streamers coming out of the replicators in my office and at home for a few days. Jo loved it of course."

Andrea snorted, "Uncle Phil always comes up with the lamest revenge plots," she shook her head. "Remember when he put toy lizards under my sheets after I hid all his PADDs before that huge meeting?"

Chris chuckled, "If I remember correctly, you wouldn't sleep in your own room for two weeks."

She blushed, "I was six. How was I supposed to know that they were fake?"

Chris was about to open his mouth when something caught his attention off screen. Andrea could hear the muffled chatter from behind the screen and noticed the change in her father's expression; one of exhaustion and annoyance.

"Honey, I need to go. Admiral Barnett's secretary just came down to the office," he sighed. "A few cadets thought it would be fun to break into the shuttle simulators. So fun that two managed to experience motion sickness and the other slipped and cracked his head on the console."

Andrea winced, "Yeah… have fun with that," she shook her head. "God, and here I thought Jim was the worst when it came to following the rules there."

Chris shook his head, "I'd take Jim's nonsense over this," he sighed. "And that's saying a lot."

"I can always have him drugged, shoved into a shuttle and sent back to you," she shrugged. "Didn't plan on raising TWO babies."

He chuckled, "I'll hold onto that offer," he nodded. "Now you on the other hand, need to get some rest. Leo will have a fit in a half if he finds out that I've kept you out of bed for this long."

Andrea groaned, "Don't tell him! For all he knows, I took this call on his "mandatory" bed-rest, which is so unnecessary."

"He's allowed to boss you around, Andy. Given the fact that he is the father and a doctor," he shrugged. "Just humor him, that way it's one less person flooding my inbox."

She sighed and nodded, "Fine, bed-rest it is."

"Good girl," he smiled. "I'll call you tomorrow. Make sure you get plenty of rest and call me if anything happens."

"I will," she promised. "Give Jo a hug and kiss for me."

Chris nodded, "I will. Love you, honey."

She smiled, "Love you too, Daddy."

He waved before ending the call, the screen going black with the transmission ended message flashing. With a sigh, Andrea turned the screen off and pushed the chair back from the table. Slowly, she pulled herself up to her feet and shuffled out of the tiny office and into the sitting room. Jim was sprawled out on the sofa, his feet propped up on the coffee table.

"I'm going to bed," she announced, as he watched the latest news net program. "Make sure you clean up after yourself and try to be quiet when you come in. Last time you woke me up from a dead sleep and I couldn't go back to bed after that."

Jim nodded, "I will," he said, his eyes glued to the screen. "Aw come on! How the fuck did North fucking Dakota beat Texas? Who the hell lives in North Dakota anyways?" he exclaimed, as the highlights for the latest baseball came up.

Andrea rolled her eyes and turned to head into the bedroom, "Hey, do you want me to put the heat on or the AC?" he asked.

"The AC," she shouted. "Make sure it's on sixty though!"

"Sixty?! That's fucking cold!" he yelped, as stood in the doorway.

She glared, "Sixty or I call Leo and tell him you're being mean," she warned.

Jim groaned, "Fine, but can you put an extra blanket on the cot?" he asked, pouting.

"Yes, I will," she nodded. "Goodnight," she yawned, closing the door behind her.