Jadzia stared at the photos before her so intently that Worf thought for sure that the vein protruding from her spotted temple would burst at any moment. Very slowly he took the vacation photograph from their trip to Risa from her hands.

"I'm sorry, I just can't remember." Jadzia looked saddened.

"It is alright, it was worth a try." Worf assured her.

"I don't remember any of these photos." She picked another picture frame up from the coffee table that sat in front of them. This one was of the two of them with a young child.

"That's Kira-Yoshi, the O'Brien's child. We became very fond of him after he stayed with us for a few days. Keiko insisted that we take this picture his last night with us." He couldn't help but smile as he thought of young Yoshi. It was this experience that made Worf and his bride decide that they no longer wanted to wait until the end of the war to have a child. Yoshi had shown them what they were missing, what would make them happier than anything in the universe, a child…

"Worf, we need to talk." Jadzia threw the covers off of her and sat up in their queen sized bed and touched a small pad that sat on her night table bringing the light to 40%. Worf mumbled under his breath and pulled the covers over his head. Usually this was an act that Jadzia did to frustrate her husband when it was time for an early duty shift.

"Jadzia, I pulled a double shift today, can this wait until I wake up?"

"I want a baby." It was simple enough and to the point. Worf's eyes shot open under the covers and he slowly pushed the covers away and sat up beside Jadzia.

"I thought you…"

"I know what I've said before, Worf but in truth I was scared."

"Scared that I wouldn't be a good father?"

"No, that I, Jadzia wouldn't be a good mother."

"Of course you would, you have spent more years parenting children than I have."

"No Dax's other hosts did, I know nothing about how I would react to being a mother."

"What's changed?" He couldn't lie to himself; this was something he had wanted for himself and Jadzia for a long time. He wanted a big family with the woman he loved; he always knew they would be good parents. Where he was weak she was strong and vice-versa, they balanced each other out perfectly.

"Yoshi, the time we both spent with him, it showed me that maybe my fears were in vain. And Worf you are wonderful with him!" She took his bigger hand in his. "You're a wonderful father, a little rough around the edges…"

"A little?" Worf smirked at this. She giggled and scooted closer to him.

"Yea, you're kind of a big softy too."

"We have a holosuite reservation tomorrow; we should finish our talk then." Worf feigned annoyance but she knew him too well, the man was amused. "If I didn't know any better I'd say that you weren't a Klingon at all…more like a fluffy kitten." She barely had a chance to give him one of her famous grins before he had taken her by her waist and playfully slammed her on the bed.

"A fluffy kitten?" Worf growled and attacked her sides and stomach as he tickled her mercilessly. He knew that tonight sleep would have to wait…

Worf breathed deeply and sat back on the sofa, "I'm really sorry, Worf." Jadzia sat the picture down and sat back as well.

"You do not have to apologize; I knew it was a long shot." Worf wanted to take her hand in his like he always did whenever she was upset but he didn't know if the gesture would be welcomed.

"It looks like we had a great life together…"

"We had…fun." Worf smirked, that had been Jadzia's favorite description of their relationship. In truth they did have fun. Every day was an adventure living with Jadzia Dax and he had to admit that it was also a challenge.

"I look happy in the photos…what kinds of things did we do together?"

"Well, we battled."

"Battled? You mean fight?"

"Yes, you are quite skilled in Klingon weaponry."

"Am I?" Jadzia's eyes widened in amusement as she stared at Worf; suddenly she felt playful. "Did I win a lot?"

"You, always put up a good fight." Worf couldn't help but be mesmerized by her growing smile and startling blue orbs.

"Hmm, I wonder if my body remembers what my mind doesn't…" she trailed off, a small smile still playing at the corners of her lips.

"What are you suggesting?" The burly Klingon inquired.

"Worf, I think I'm up for a fight."