Oh, Mama!

By Anna Yolei

Chapter One: Playing Doctor

Due to the popularity of my fanfic, "The Little Joys of Life," I decided to do a babyfic. After Voyager and the end of J/C, the art of babyfic has been in decline. Hopefully, I can inspire someone out there to write one of their own (but probably not!) I'm revising this, because it seems a bit...oh, what's the word for it? Sucky. It's still no Hamlet, but it's much better than most reality TV shows.

Parings includes: Reed/Hayes, Sato/Mayweather and Archer/T'Pol. Yeah, I said it--Archer/T'Pol. So if you have a problem for that, please leave or you will not be very happy reading this story. If you so choose to read anyway, don't bother to tell me the reasons why T/T'P rules. I know all 647 of them.

The canonization of C/7 is proof that I have no ownership to anything Star Trek-related, save one of those daily pull-off calendars from two years ago that I stopped using after Feb. 6th. Okay, on with the show.

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After three hours of trying, Doctor Phlox could fall asleep. It was now 0200 hours, and his shift started at 0800. Ah, it was fortunate that Denobulans required very little sleep, anyhow. His mind was full tonight.

He had his thoughts on the pregnancy of Ensign Sato. She was a close friend to the Reed-Hayes's, who wanted to have a child of their own. The two men asked Hoshi if she would be willing to carry a child for them, and she agreed. He performed the insemination procedure about two weeks ago, and she was doing just fine. This would give him the opportunity to study the lifecycle of humans as embryos and such until they are born. As Hoshi was the first crewwoman to become pregnant on Enterprise, Phlox found this most fascinating,

Phlox shook his head and stepped out of bed.

"Well, there's no use in wasting time in a futile exercise," he said to the creature that sat on his nightstand. "I'm gonna get started on those tissue samples in sick bay."

He walked about fifty meters to the sick bay, and the doors slid open. He stopped in his tracks when he thought he heard Captain Archer's voice from across the room.It came from the direction of one of the biobeds that was hidden behind a cloth dividor. (Phlox had not hidden it.) His eyebrows went up in curiosity.

"Oh, I'm gonna have to check that mouth of yours," he said in a sing-song voice.

"Jonathon, what is the purpose of this activity?" T'Pol responded.

Phlox heard Archer chuckle. "Can you just do it without asking?"

A moment of silence came as Jon gave T'Pol a rather long kiss.

If one saw them causally, they would not guess that the two of them had been married for nearly a year and a half now. Even the crew sometimes forgot that fact with the amount of affection they displayed towards one another on duty or anywhere another crewmember was. But no one knew what happened between the both of them at night. After all, there was very little to entertain one's self on a 22nd century starship.

Tonight, Jonathon wanted to play Doctor, and what better place to do that than in the sick bay, he said to himself. So, they took a little stroll along the ship and ended up here and coasted her to the biobed to begin his "work." This wasn't the first time he'd taken the notion to make love somewhere other than his assigned quarters. For example, a late-night practice of the drills he and T'Pol learned from Major Hayes ended up into an erotic wrestling match in the gym.

Jonathon broke off his kiss to look her over once. Four years ago, he'd never expect he'd ever grow to tolerate her presence on his ship, much less…well, this. He smiled as she kept her hands on his shoulders.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She blinked. "It is pleasant, Jonathon." After a moment, T'Pol asked, "Did you lock the doors to sick bay?"

"Nope. And I'm not gonna."

"Jonathon, someone may walk in, and this is a rather compromising position to be in." She glanced down at his hands that were resting on her hips. One hand was on the sash to her robe, and he was more than ready to pull the knot aloose with skilled ease.

"That's part of the fun," he told her.

"Will explaining it to one of the crew be equally fun?" T'Pol questioned. "We've had many close calls--"

But no one's known for sure," he replied, and that's the thing. Besides, that's never stopped us before."

"Jon--"

Jon placed a finger to her lips. "This works better when we don't talk. Now... let's get you pregnant."

She gave him a blank look.

"It's an expression."

At least for us, anyway, Jonathon thought to himself. Neither he, T'Pol nor Phlox knew how compatible human and Vulcan physiology was. There was probably little chance of the two of them ever conceiving a child. But that was just as well with him right now as she was helping to remove his shirt and he took off her robe and pitched both items on the floor. Jon even swore he saw T'Pol hiding back a smile.

Although rather intrigued by this display of intimacy, Phlox knew humans and Vulcans were rather sensitive about other parties witnessing this. He doubted they even knew he was in the room, and he would leave before they did.

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Four hours later…

Jonathon woke up, and for a second he didn't recognize where he was. Then he noticed the bed was a twin size and both he and T'Pol were nude. With a slight nude, he woke T'Pol up. She wasn't too happy to be disturbed out of her slumber.

"I think we better leave before someone finds us here."

"Perhaps in a few more minutes," T'Pol said softly, her eyes closing up once more. They opened back up when "Phlox to Sickbay" rang through the comm system directly above their heads. The two exchanged worried looked. Did he know they were there?

"Captain, you don't have to worry. I'm the only one who knows you're there." At this, Jon turned about three shades of pink. "I left a change of clothing for you both in the Decon chamber. Might I add that if you two ever want to use my sick bay again for, um, personal use just let me know. Phlox out."

Their worried looks turned into embarrassment as they looked at one another in silence.

"Well, it was still fun playing doctor," Jonathon commented.

More silence.

"Um…maybe we should, um…use more discretion when we, ah…you know…have fun."

"Agreed." She climbed out of the bed and picked up her robe. She slipped it on quickly.

T'Pol did have to agree their intimacy last night was more invigorating that usual, but she said nothing about this to Jonathon, who went to the decon chamber.

It was fortunate the decon chamber was off at this moment. The decon chamber could get pretty warm; especially while rubbing gel on one's self…or someone else, for that matter.

She quickly took off the robe and followed him.

THE END……………………………………Just kidding!!!!!!

TBC

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From Anna Yolei

Yeah, nothing about the baby yet, but babies have to be created somehow…Please forgive the blatant disregard for characterization you have just read. :)

Chapter Two-I'm WHAT?!: Um, do I really need a summary for this?