"Miss Troi." The young woman looked at her with sudden angst. She met her eyes, pitch black just like her own, and she didn't need to be a telepath to understand she was urging her on.
"The Doctor will see you now."
"Thank you." She stood, her back straight, and she felt the sudden tension on her elegant shoulders. The young woman moved to accompany her to the doctor's office, and she fell into the pleasure it was to lag. She wasn't in the mood for conversation. They came to a stop.
"This is it. Just knock and everything should be ready for you."
"Thank you." Her voice was husky as she spoke, and her pulse began to skip as she saw the young woman walk away. She already knew what was wrong, she could feel it already starting to take a hold of her, she merely wanted confirmation.Deanna rung the doorbell button on the panel by the door.
"Come in," a female voice came through the gray bulkhead. As the doors opened, the woman, lanky and tall, looked at Deanna.
"Oh, Deanna! So good to see you, how have you been feeling?"
"Very well, Marina, thank you."
"It's good you came by. I have you test results," Deanna looked at the elder woman, "Congratulations, Deanna, you are going to be a mother." Those words shook her world.
"How far along?"
"Three weeks."
"Are you sure, Little One?" Her mother's reaction was exactly the one she was expecting.
"I was from the very first moment. I could feel something was different and Marina confirmed my suspicions this morning."
"How did this happen? When?" Lwaxanna paced around the room like a chicken with its head cut off.
"When, three weeks ago. As to the how;" she sighed, "I reckon you know how, Mother."
"Do not sass me, Deanna Troi, I was running by the time you were learning to crawl," Lwaxanna was livid. She sighed,
"Are you going to tell him?"
"He is the father; it is his right to know. We're supposed to meet on Risa in three weeks. I'll tell him then."
"I'm sorry, Dee, I won't be able to make it; something's come up." The face in the screen looked back at her with apologetic eyes. She knew him well enough to know something was up, but she couldn't read him well enough through the screen to determine what was off. She tried to be comprehensive and mature, even if the news were searing her very soul. Still, she smiled.
"Don't worry, Imzadi, we can work it out later. I know you are busy."
"I'll make it up to you, Imzadi, I promise."
"How are you liking the Potemkin? "
"Well, one thing is certain; it is not Betazed. It lacks color, the food is terrible, and most importantly, you're not here. I miss you terribly, Dee."
"I miss you, too. And I'm dying to see you. I have an important matter to speak with you."
"Well, tell me now."
"No, not through subspace. It is… a delicate matter. I want to tell you personally."
His comm went off with a metallic chirp. Will stiffened, and as they said their goodbyes, the atmosphere of comfort faded away. That was the last time she spoke to him.