AN: Here we are, another chapter here.

There's a NSFW warning for the first part.

I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!

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The part that was going to be Chakotay's true undoing was going to be Kathryn's face. As she loomed above him, her eyes were closed and her brows were tightly knitted so that it was difficult to tell if she was in pain or losing herself in pleasure. Chakotay was trying not to think about how good it felt to be inside her or how she made love with the same determination—and skill—as she did everything else, because those thoughts would make him lose control before he wanted to let himself go. He'd decided to simply study her face, but it turned out that it was no better for his concentration. Kathryn, in every way, was his undoing.

Chakotay kept his hands on Kathryn's ass to offer her some support as she rode him in search of her release. He dug his fingers deeper into the soft skin there and growled an apology to her when he came, unable to hold on any longer. She did her best to get what she could from him before he slipped from her body, but it wasn't quite enough. As soon as he could move, he changed their positions and, once he had her resting on her back, he lowered himself down to suck gently at her clit. Immediately she reacted by pulling away from him and then rolling her hips back to him, in apology for her retreat, to beg for more. She was closer than he thought she'd be, and he loved when she was like this. He loved knowing what he could do to her, especially knowing how much power she had over him.

Her interest in food had changed since she'd begun growing their child, but so had her interest in being with Chakotay. She had wanted to be with him before she'd gotten pregnant, but it was different now. Now it was almost urgent. She was hungry for him—almost seeming starved sometimes despite the frequency with which he tended to her needs—and it affected him more than he might have imagined.

The mewling sounds that escaped her, along with her panting, made Chakotay pull away from her for a second to keep himself from laughing. He immediately returned to finish the task at hand. When she came, she did so almost violently. Chakotay immediately slipped up the bed to lie beside her. He smoothed back her hair where it clung to her face and she smiled at him, still panting.

"I'm sorry I couldn't hold out for you," he said.

"You more than made up for it," Kathryn told him, her voice coming out a little hoarse.

"You're too much for me," Chakotay said with a laugh. "You're too beautiful. I look at your face and I'm—I'm like a teenage boy or something. Sometimes I just can't keep control of myself."

"You're far from a boy," Kathryn said, caressing his lips with her fingertips. "And I think you're allowed the occasional moment of losing of control. Besides—it's incredibly flattering and I certainly can't accuse you of leaving me hanging. You never have."

"That would be a pretty terrible thing to do," Chakotay said.

"And yet it happens," Kathryn assured him.

Kathryn rolled away from him and Chakotay tried to stop her until she told him, with one word, that she was simply going to use the bathroom.

"Do you want me to bring you anything when I come back?" She asked.

"Water," Chakotay said.

She smiled at him and offered him the same question that he commonly asked her.

"For washing or drinking?"

"Both," he responded.

She wasn't gone long. When she returned, she offered him a damp rag and a glass of water. He drank half the water and wiped himself down. He tossed the rag to the floor to be dealt with in the morning. When he gave her the glass back to put out of the way, she finished off its contents and then she slid into bed next to him. As soon as she was settled into the bed, Chakotay kissed her lips gently and held the kiss a moment. She stole a second kiss from him before she sighed and snuggled tightly in beside him.

"Relaxed?" Chakotay asked.

"Very much," Kathryn responded. "When we're here, it's easy to forget we're on the holodeck. You did such a good job with it, Chakotay. It really feels like being on New Earth."

"That's what I meant for it to feel like," Chakotay said. "I've got a lot more work to do on the program, but at least it's not a bad start."

"It's wonderful," Kathryn assured him.

Chakotay hugged her closer to him. In the darkness of their little room—the only light coming from the holographic stars and bright moon that he'd programmed for their night sky—Chakotay stayed awake for a bit and simply held Kathryn. It didn't take long before he heard her breathing even out. Soon she was snoring quietly—something she'd also started doing since their little one had come into being, but she'd insist that she didn't do—and Chakotay closed his own eyes to get what sleep he could before they had to wake and go back to being Captain and First Officer of the ship.

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A night at the cabin did absolute wonders for Kathryn. Even though Chakotay enjoyed the down-time that the program offered them, he enjoyed her reaction to it more than anything. She was visibly "lighter" in the morning and she practically floated back to their quarters, despite the incredibly early hour, when they left the holodeck to go and get ready for the early start of their day.

The expanse that lie ahead of them had the potential to be absolutely boring and to leave them all with the better part of a month to fill however was possible. Chakotay had heard people talking about their preparations. People planned to read books, spent their rations on crafting and hobby supplies, and prepared to entertain themselves with games and holodeck programs. Some of them almost seemed to fear the possible impending boredom and quiet. Chakotay was looking forward to it. Their New Earth holodeck program was wonderful, but it had been hastily done. He was looking forward to having the leisure time necessary to tinker with it and put in a few changes that he was enjoying planning, quietly in his mind, during any spare moment he could stand to kill with daydreaming.

The break, hopefully, from being in a populated area of the Delta Quadrant would also give Kathryn and Chakotay more time to focus on each other and the needs of their growing child. Chakotay knew they would certainly be no worse for that time and care.

"Do you want to shower with me?" Kathryn asked as soon as they were in their quarters.

"Who could refuse an offer like that?" Chakotay responded.

Kathryn started shedding her clothes as she walked toward the bathroom and Chakotay followed after her.

"There's something I need to talk to you about, Kathryn," Chakotay said. "I meant to bring it up last night but—the night was just going so well that I didn't get around to it."

"I'll be honest," Kathryn said, taking her hair out of the braid that she'd used to tie it back the night before, "I really don't like the sound of that."

"It's nothing terrible," Chakotay said, shedding his own clothes. Kathryn gave the command to start the shower, but she remained standing in front of him instead of moving to get into the now running shower. Chakotay stepped forward and pushed her toward it to get her moving again. "I talked to the doctor." He immediately shook his head at Kathryn when he saw concern wash over her features that there was something she hadn't been told about. She stepped into the shower and Chakotay followed her. She laughed nervously to herself.

"Do you think you could just spit it out?" She asked. "Or is this some kind of stress test that you and the doctor wanted to do on my heart?"

"There is a cognitive disorder that runs in my family," Chakotay said. "It's genetic. It caused my grandfather to be regarded as crazy, actually. It causes hallucinations. I carry the gene for it, but it was suppressed before I was born. There's a chance that I may have passed it on to the baby."

"Is it dangerous?" Kathryn asked.

"They have the medical ability to keep it from being dangerous these days," Chakotay said. "That wasn't always the case, but now it's relatively harmless. If it were active, a few holosprays a day and it would be under control. The gene can be suppressed, though, just like was done for me. The doctor wants to do a genetic scan of the baby. Just to be sure. If the gene is present, he can suppress it. If it isn't, then we'll know there's nothing to worry about."

Chakotay put his hands on Kathryn's shoulders and physically directed her under the spray of water so that she'd remember that she was supposed to be showering and that they would soon have to get ready so they could make it to breakfast before they went to the bridge and started handling arrangements for the away mission that would take place that day.

Kathryn accepted his coaxing and set about washing her hair.

"But the baby will be fine?" She asked. "If it has the gene?"

"If it has the gene, the doctor will simply suppress it," Chakotay said. "He assures me it's a simple procedure for you and the baby."

"I'm not worried about myself," Kathryn said.

Chakotay laughed.

"I didn't think you were," Chakotay said.

"It's not dangerous to you, either?" Kathryn asked.

"The doctor assures me that he has the ability to control the gene," Chakotay said. "Like I said, worst case scenario sees me taking a couple of hyposprays a day to keep things in check. It's nothing to lose sleep over. I didn't want to talk to you about it last night because I thought you'd worry and I didn't want you to. There's no need in it. I'm only telling you now so you can prepare for the scan if you like to emotionally prepare for such things."

"He can't do it right away?" Kathryn asked. "Today?"

"He said he'd get a better reading in about a week," Chakotay said. "He wants to wait."

"It's going to drive me crazy to wait that long," Kathryn said.

"Just remember that it's no different now than it was before I told you about it," Chakotay said. "The baby is fine. She's safe and warm and comfortable."

Kathryn sucked in a breath and let it out. She stepped out of the flow of the water to let Chakotay wash himself while she lathered up her bath sponge. Chakotay quickly washed himself, but he noticed she was taking her time. She had a lot on her mind. It wasn't really anything that she needed to worry about, but she was going to worry about it just the same. When he finished washing, Chakotay rinsed out the cloth he preferred to use and hung it to dry before he took her sponge from her and signaled at her to turn around. She was more than capable of washing herself, but sometimes he found it comforting to do it for her. It was one of the things he could do for her, so it was something he enjoyed. He washed her back with far more care than was necessary and with far more care than he'd used for himself.

"I do have some good news," Chakotay said. "Something positive to think about. Would you like that?"

"More than I think I can express at the moment," Kathryn said.

"The doctor will be able to tell, when he does the scan, whether or not the baby is a boy or a girl," Chakotay said.

Kathryn didn't respond and Chakotay physically turned her around and directed her to the stream of water. She rinsed herself off at his coaxing. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips before he leaned and pressed another kiss to her wet shoulder that tasted of bathwater and the scented soap she enjoyed so much.

"I wish that I didn't even bring this disorder to the table," Chakotay said. "Maybe I should have told you about it a long time ago. Back on New Earth. Before..."

Kathryn cupped his face in her hands. She shook her head at him.

"It wouldn't have changed anything," Kathryn said. "I would have still wanted to be with you. I would have wanted to marry you. I would still have been...so happy to find out that we were expecting a baby. I'm just worried. You mean so much to me, Chakotay. Our baby already means so much to me. You say cognitive disorder and—suddenly my lungs feel like they're encased in iron because I don't know the full extent of what that might mean."

Chakotay squeezed her arms in his hands and kissed her again. This time she returned his kiss.

"Talk to the doctor yourself if it's going to make you feel better," Chakotay said. "You can read some of the information on it. We'll download it to your PADD to read along with all that prenatal information that I know you haven't even looked at yet. I promise you, Kathryn, that we're all safe. I'm fine. The baby is going to be fine. The gene is just something that the doctor wants to go ahead and suppress so that there aren't any complications at all for the baby as she grows. That's all. Instead of focusing on that, let's focus on the fact that we'll know in a week whether or not we're preparing for a son or a daughter, how about that?"

Kathryn smiled at him, though all the concern wasn't entirely erased from her features.

"You're already convinced we're having a girl," Kathryn said.

"And you're not," Chakotay responded. "One week and we'll know for sure."

Kathryn sucked in a breath and let it out. Chakotay could see her starting to calm as she allowed her mind to shift gears to more pleasant thoughts. He gave the command to turn off the shower and he offered her a towel before he took one for himself. She stepped out of the shower and started to dry off and he got out after her.

"Have you decided yet what you want to be called?" Kathryn asked. "I'm Mama but—what about you? Did you ever decide? Did you settle on—Father?"

"My own father was Father," Chakotay said. "And his father before him. But—I've been thinking about it. I don't feel the need to keep with that tradition and of all the titles that I've tried for myself, I really find that one the least satisfying."

Kathryn smiled at him.

"Then what do you want to be? What else did you have in the running? Father, Papa, Daddy?" She asked, taking her towel with her and leaving the bathroom to get dressed. Chakotay followed her and immediately started to put on his own uniform as she worked her way into hers.

"I was thinking about Daddy," Chakotay said. "Do you like it?"

"I love it," Kathryn assured him. "But what really matters is how you feel about it. Do you like it?"

"I do," Chakotay said. "It makes me feel—closer to the baby? I don't know. It makes me feel warmer than Father does." He laughed at his own reasoning and Kathryn's soft laugh in response. "Maybe that's a silly reason to choose a certain title."

"I think it's the best reason there is," Kathryn said. She pulled on her gray undershirt, her jacket and shoes the final things that she'd put on once her hair was dried and done up. She crossed the room and kissed Chakotay, looping her arms around his neck and rubbing at base of his skull with her fingertips. "There's no silly way to feel when it comes to your relationship with your child," she assured him. "And I'm positive that you're going to make a wonderful Daddy."