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Trip sat on an examining table with an angry glare directed towards Hoshi.
"Trip, you must know I have almost no experience with neural abnormalities like telepathy, but I think I might know someone that would." Said Dr. Phlox.
"So you won't be able to prove me right?" asked Trip.
Hoshi gave out an exasperated sigh with Trip's question.
"I give up! Trip there is no way possible that you have a telepathic link with your unborn child! I'm going to leave this madness, I still have to finish breakfast and report to my station, so if you don't mind." Hoshi said as she left the sick bay.
T'Pol walked in about ten seconds after Hoshi had left. Trip was just putting on his shirt and Dr. Phlox was finishing the letter he was writing.
"Hello Tucker," she said stiffly, "Doctor, I need some more nasal inhibitors. I seem to have run out sooner than expected."
Trip glared at her, he still hadn't gotten over the nasty letter she had sent him. T'Pol's eyes lingered at the lump on his side and he thought that he saw her eyes widen, as if she really hadn't fully believed it until now.
"I hadn't been expecting you for another week T'Pol, so it will be just a minute." The doctor said, slightly distracted as he sent the letter.
"No matter, I can wait." she said.
Trip scowled at her nastily as he left.
That night he had an appointment with Hoshi, she volunteered to help him learn how to make better food. Personally he wasn't looking forward to it. He didn't like to cook, normally, but he had decided to duke it out for Emily's sake, but when she was born he was going right back to his old routine!
Hoshi was sitting in front of him in the abandoned mess hall late that night
"Trip! Pay attention! According to what you told me you were eating, you need to eat more vegetables and less processed food. I would also suggest that you exercise, at least a little every day."
"People could see me!" He protested.
"Yes, they could. All the more reason you should tell the rest of the crew." She scolded.
"Hoshi I'm not going to tell them that I'm the first man ever pregnant and have a hundred plus people laugh at me!"
"Trip they won't laugh at you. Not everyone is as mean as T'Pol."
"T'Pol? She didn't laugh at me."
"No, but she certainly did insult you! You need to tell her off, or I will!"
Trip sighed and shook his head. He closed his eyes and reached out to Emily. He sent emotions of apology and forgiveness, and pictures of T'Pol. All he got back was an annoyingly vague happiness.
Well that was stupid, Trip, you really think that a one and a half month old fetus is going to be any help to you. He thought angrily at himself.
Hoshi was a lot of help with cloths as well. Sense Trip couldn't sew to save his life, Hoshi offered to sew some outfits for him.
"Bye, Hosh. I'll see you tomorrow, and I'll try to eat better, I promise. Scout's honor."
She smiled sweetly at him as he left for his room.
In his room he saw that he had gotten some new mail. I wonder what she wants now. He thought angrily as he saw that it was a letter from T'Pol.
Tucker-
Ensign Sato told me that you were angry at my previous letter, but I was surprised when you didn't say so in sick bay. I did not intend to insult you; I simply told what I considered as the truth. But I will try to be more sympathetic to your current situation in the future.
T'Pol
P.S. If you need any advice, I am available.
Trip couldn't believe it. T'Pol actually apologized, to him. He was certainly perplexed and couldn't sleep because all he could think about was T'Pol.
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A/N: My deepest apologies to any one opposed to a Trip/T'Pol romance, because it is quite obvious what my intentions are now.
Next Chapter Suggestions (Please say which ones you would of wouldn't like to see happen)
Jon forces Trip to tell the crew about his "condition".
Trip starts to have ravenous feeding crazes.
Dr. Phlox shows that Trip is actually right about the Telepathy thing.
More rocky Trip/T'Pol romancy stuff.
