Stardate 12105.25- Pacific Heights, San Francisco, California, 94115
Permanent Residence of Admiral Robin and Captain Alan Scott, Earth

Admiral Robin Scott closed her communications console from the second-floor sitting room home office. She leaned back in her chair and stared out to the small balcony of the room. She was trying to keep her emotions in check, but the situation would need to be handled professionally.

Things had been going well. She had just gotten home from a weeklong trade conference on Betazed between the Ferengi, the Vulcans, and the Klingons. She had hoped to get a few days of quiet before returning to the negotiating table. But, to be honest, her nerves were frayed. She was exhausted, and she had dealt with enough malarky to last her quite a while. So now, this landed on her desk.

The situation report for the sector had been straightforward. The recent negotiations authorized mineral and scientistic study rights to the Galestein belt. The list of station crews was brief, but she still had to review the fitness overview report as part of the oversight committee. As a medical officer at the core, Robin reviewed the medical requirements for the crew. There were only a couple of red accommodation flags. One was that a Betazoid science officer had an allergy to copper and would need special programming for their food and workspaces. Not a big issue. Three officers needed special prayer times; again, not a problem. However, unique medical and familial accommodation was required for a new ensign coming on board. When Robin saw the officer's Id code, her eyes bugged. Without thinking, Robin clicked on the detailed medical report. What she found surprised her and got both her maternal and professional hackles up.

Standing, Robin called from her office doorway, "GRACE!" Then, she bellowed, "Come in the office please. Alan! I need you too!"

Grace came in from downstairs, and Alan came down from his office on the 3rd floor. Robin met them in the sitting area.

"Yes, mother?" cheerfully Grace responded as she sat down in her favorite chair.

"Yeah, what is this about?" curiously Alan asked as he sat down next to Robin's love seat. It was never a good thing when the admiral used that tone.

"Gracie, sweetheart, is there anything you would like to say about your latest physical?" Robin looked her daughter in the eye.

"Everything happened so fast. I was going to tell you, mother. I was waiting for the right time..." Grace stammered and looked out the nearby window hoping for an escape.

"Tell us what?" Alan asked, looking at his daughter. Grace's eyes dropped to inspect the pattern on the antique rug,

"I'm pregnant..." she trailed off.

"You are WHAT!?" Exclaimed Alan, who immediately got a quick elbow jab from Robin. He took a deep breath, swallowed, and attempted to pull up his professional mask. "How far along are you?"

Grace continued to inspect the carpet, "14 weeks."

"14 WEEKS!?" The couple exclaimed in unison.

Robin stood up quickly, in full mother mode. "Grace Kelly Scott, you have some explaining to do!"

Carefully Grace stood and looked her mother in the face,

" Mom, it's not Scott anymore. It's Ryerson. Jack and I eloped last weekend." Grace bit her lip.

Robin looked like she wanted to rip into her daughter but didn't. "Before we go any further, I need to have a little chat with someone." Then, grabbing a datapad, Robin swiftly left the room and was down the stairs and out the front door before Alan or Grace knew what had happened.

"She isn't going to kill Jack, is she?" the newlywed asked her father.

"Kill him, no. Maim him, maybe." Alan hugged his daughter.

"Daddy!"

"Honestly, any fool could tell how much you two love each other. However, a few of your recent decisions may be questionable." Alan hugged and kissed his daughter's head. "I have an idea where she is heading, and it's not going to be pretty either way."