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Well on with the next chapter of "Emily"!

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A month went by so quickly he thought as he walked quickly to the sick bay. He thought how Hoshi and Travis had helped him build a crib with a rocker built into it, designed by himself, he was quite proud because he wasn't used to making something so mundane. They had forced him not to help; worried that he might hurt himself. He remembered about grumbling about idiotic people who thought that he was made of glass.

"Any concerns?" Doctor Phlox asked.

"I have been feeling a little weak lately, almost dizzy sometimes." He answered

"Hmmm. That worries me; I think that I'll take another full body scan."

Trip hung his head at this. The doctor just laughed as he lay down on the hard examining chair.

A few minutes later the Doctor gasped at the data he had received from scan he had taken from Trip.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" Trip asked anxiously.

"No, no, just surprising. It seems that your daughter has started to absorb your DNA; it seems that she hasn't been getting enough nourishment, so her cells haven't getting enough energy to divide, so it seems she's been stealing from you. Trip, you have to eat better, if you don't this weakness you were talking about will persist, and your daughter will continue to steal genetic material and energy from you."

Trip looked sheepishly at the floor.

"Will she have anything wrong with her?"

"No, but I do expect that she will have some differences about her physical appearance will be different than what it would have been if you had eaten well from the beginning. I'll see you next month, but stop by if need any help or advice."

"Um, She's been getting bigger. I was…um… I was wondering how I could hide her better."

"Well, you could leave your room when everyone else is asleep, but if you don't want to do this you could just tell everyone, they will know eventually anyway."

Trip grimaced at this suggestion imaging all of the hidden sniggers in corridors and the blatant laughs in the mess hall.

"NO, I can definitely not do that!"

Phlox just shook his head as Trip left in a rush.

When he got to his room he continued what he had been doing for the last week as his daughter had started growing faster: sitting around watching water polo and old movies.

Look at all of the trouble you've gotten me into Emily! Now I have to start eating healthy! He thought angrily.

 Strangely as he thought this he almost felt a sort of sorry sadness in the back of his mind. He dismissed it and continued watching his game. Before he went to bed that night Jon stopped by and watched some water polo with him. Trip told him his problem but the captain simply dismissed his complaints and told him that the doctor was right.

Later that night woke up from a very disturbing dream. In his dream he had been lying on his bed with only a pair of underwear on. He looked down at the lump on his side that was his daughter. It started to glow and he could her outlined perfectly with light then she grew brighter and brighter until she took up all of his vision with a bright light and then he had woken up. As he remembered the dream, his hand wandered to where she was on his side. She squirmed and he felt a flash of happiness as he touched the lump, but it wasn't his happiness, he had long ago grown used to her movement as the space became more and more compact for her. Suddenly he realized that this was the same feeling that he had experienced when he had played that Xyrillian "game" with Ah'len. Was it Emily's happiness, at being touched, that he was feeling? He didn't rule it out as a possibility and spent rest of the night trying to figure it out.

Trip almost ran to the mess hall where he knew Hoshi would be eating breakfast.

"Hoshi!" he yelled, and to his obvious dismay everyone looked at him like he was a raving lunatic as he walked slowly and calmly to his seat next to Hoshi and Travis.

"Hey, Trip, what's with all the yelling?" Asked Hoshi

"I just found out the most amazing thing last night!" He said, "I'm telepathic, with her!"

"Who's 'her', Trip?" Travis asked.

Hoshi pointed discreetly to the side that Trip's daughter was growing.

"Ohhh." Realized Travis.

"How did you figure this non-existent fact, Trip?" Hoshi asked calmly.

"It's true, I swear! It's not words or anything, just emotions but I swear I can feel her in my mind!" he demanded.

Hoshi stared at him, not looking in the least bit convinced.

"Trip, first you need to calm down, and then we need to see Dr. Phlox to see if this has any truth beheind it." Hoshi said calmly and carefully.

Trip scowled nastily at her, but complied, just to prove that he was right.

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A/N: this story is so much fun to write, and that fun is intensified with your wonderful reviews!

Next chapter possibilities

Trip visits Hoshi about pregnancy blues.

Hoshi makes T'Pol apologize to trip about the letter she wrote to him.

Trip asks various people to be the godmother/father for his daughter.

He starts to make baby cloths, with frustrating results.