After six weeks of bed rest, Harry begrudgingly cleared Ryder for light duties, knowing she'll just get bored and everyone else would have to suffer. But he laid on a condition that Ryder was most displeased about. She could travel, if he was allowed to travel with her and despite her protests, pouting and whining at Scott, she knew she wouldn't win that one. She was due in the next couple of weeks and Harry wanted to be present at the birth. He was glad he insisted as they started talking more, discussing plans for after the birth and even engaging in a little flirting, before they realised what they were doing.

He entered her quarters on the Tempest, instructing SAM to bringing the lights up a fraction. He smiled as he saw Ryder on the bed asleep, one had on her stomach and the other arm wrapped around a fluffy white bunny. Scott teased her mercilessly about that bunny, despite the fact that he gave it to her as a birthday present when they were ten years old. He had been told the story of where the bunny had come from, it was a true reflection of the bond the twins had.

From Scott's own mouth, their birthday had fallen on a school day. Ryder had issues with two boy's bullying her and on that day, the boy's had decided to give her a present. This present was one no one ever would want, but Ryder still received it. When she arrived to school that morning, the two boys dumped coke on her, turning her white jumper, brown and leaving her dripping wet, then to complete her humiliation, the sister of one of the boys, punch her in the face, giving her a black eye. Ryder ran home from school and stayed hidden under her bed. She heard the worried frantic voice of her mother, yelling over the comms at Alex, but it wasn't until Scott came home that she was found. Ellen cleaned her up, put medi-gel on her black eye and told Scott to go to the shop across the way and pick up some ice cream. Before leaving, he went to his room and found some credit chits he'd been saving from his chores. He went to the shop to get ice cream, then he went next door to the door shop. It was there he found the fluffy white bunny. He paid for it, earning some gushing kisses from the ladies behind the till, when they found out who it was for. He returned home and presented her with his gift, instantly drawing a smile out of her. The very next day, Scott, who was always tall for his age, promptly punched both boys for messing with his sister. From that day, no one dared mess with Ryder again.

Ryder stirred from her nap, sitting up slightly to look at Harry. "Harry. Everything ok?"

He sat down on the bed next to her. "Yeah. Just coming to check up you and the baby." He stroked the bump, giving it a gentle kiss.

"We're ok." She sat up properly, sitting closer to him. "Harry, you know you said I could call on you, if I need something?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I need something."

"And what is that?

She hesitated, briefly looking away. "An orgasm."

Harry felt like he had been slapped around the face. "Err…w..what?

"I want to have sex with someone. Since you got me this way, it's your duty to give me a mercy fuck."

He stood up from the bed, looking nervously towards the door. "With the crew and your brother asleep just down the hall?"

"I'll be quiet." She said dryly.

He chuckled, leaning down to her, so close her breath tickled his face. "You're never quiet."

"You can gag me." She stood on her knees, kneeling on the bed, level with his waist. She pushed his tunic up and thumbed with the button of his trousers, letting her fingers dip in the waist band. "I could also make a detour to Kadara. I'm sure a certain smuggler would…..fill me up."

He looked down at her, blue eyes pleading with need and want. Maybe it was time stop fighting his desire for her. They were going to have a baby together, if it could work, then it wouldn't hurt to try. "Ok. Ride me, be more comfortable for you."

Her eyes lit up and she started to strip her night clothes off. "Strip, we don't have time for any romantic shit."

He stripped off his uniform and laid down on the bed. She straddled his hips and he was briefly stunned by her raw beauty. Her hair was messy, no make up, her stomach gently rounded, but she looked breathtaking. "My god, Sara. You look so beautiful."

She blushed, a giggle slipping by her lips. "I haven't felt it recently."

He sat up, wrapping his arms around her, keeping her close. "You'll always be beautiful. Even when your old and I'm ancient, blind and probably going slightly mad, both covered in great grandchildren, you will still be just as beautiful."

Tears filled her eyes as he saw sincerity shine in his. It was a perfect moment between them and she didn't want ruin it with more words. She crushed his lips with hers in a needy, lustful kiss, eager to reconnect with him. She felt weightless as he shifted them, laying her down on the soft mattress, covering her body with his own. "I thought I was on top?" She breathed out as his teeth grazed her collarbone.

"Mmm…..I've realised, I haven't tasted every inch of you."

She giggled as he peppered her neck with teasing kisses, his rough beard tickling her skin. "How do I taste?"

"Delicious." He palmed her left breast, ghosting his thumb over the nipple, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. "The noises you make, Sara….They are like a sweet symphony."

"You keep talking like that and I'll cum before you've got star…" Her voice trailed off as his mouth sealed around her breast, teeth nipping at the pink perk.

He released her breast, moving down her body, tenderly kissing and nuzzling her swollen stomach. "I wouldn't object. I plan for you to sing to the stars tonight." He massaged her thighs, kissing the soft flesh, getting a head rush from the scent of her arousal.

"Stop with the talking, Harry." She gasped loudly as his tongue was suddenly probed at her sex, exploring her pink folds. He was gentle in his ministrations but persistent at the same time, almost as if he knew instinctively what she liked. The sheets twisted in her hands as he slid a finger in her, still teasing her clit. She was so close and her body burned, like she was going to explode. She let out a guttural scream, her voice breaking as she reached her peak and came crashing down moments later.

Harry gave her stomach a kiss as he moved back up her body. Pushing the hair from her face, he placed a tender kiss on her nose. "Hey, you still with me?"

She let out a shaky laugh, caressing his stubble with trembling fingers. "I think so."

"Was I that good? He smirked.

She leant her head up, looking at him with narrowed eyes. "That was one orgasm…don't let it go to your head. Inside me, now!"

He eased himself inside of her, stay still briefly, just to enjoy the feeling of being so close to her again. When she growled, he knew that was his cue to move. He moved tortuously, knowing that it would annoy her. He knew how she liked it, hard and fast, but wasn't going to give her that….yet. "I want to hear you beg." He whispered.

"Please….." She groaned in frustration.

"Again."

"Please."

"Good girl." He whispered in her ear. He increased his thrusts, hard and fast until he felt her nearing the edge, he knew he was close. Her breathing came fast and erratic, calling out his name as she fall apart around him. It was the final push he needed to follow her to bliss, making a few more desperate thrusts, finally spilling into her, calling out her name. He pulled out of her, collapsing into the empty side of the bed, stretching out his arm so she could snuggling in against him. They both fell asleep quickly, holding on to each other as they found some blissful dreams.

Cora laid on her bed into the bio lab, now also serving as XO quarters, listening to Scott pacing and muttering, no doubt eager to storm in Ryder's quarters to throw Harry out. The doctor had been in her quarters for at least two hours and it didn't take an genius to work out what they had been doing. She adored Scott's dedication to his sister, but sometimes he took it too far. Now him taking it too far was keeping her awake. She climbed out her bed and pulled some shorts and a vest top before walking to the door. She stepped into the research lab and observed Scott arguing with SAM. She chuckled to herself until her brain finally realised that he was wearing no more than his boxers. He had a nice arse, she had to admit that; in fact he had a nice everything. Tall, toned, dark brown hair always perfectly styled, bright blue eyes. They flirted quite a lot and Ryder was less than quiet in sharing the fact that Scott had a thing for Cora. As much as she hated to acknowledge it, but she had a thing for Scott, she just enjoyed making him chase her. "Scott. What are you doing?"

He turned around, irritation evident on his face. "SAM, wont tell me what Harry is doing in there with Sara."

"SAM, just tell him. I want to sleep."

"The Pathfinder and Dr Carlyle had been engaged in sexual intercourse. Now they are currently sleeping. I suggest, you go to sleep too, Scott." Both Cora and Scott could have sworn that SAM sighed before answering.

"Happy?"

"No. He's messed her around and now he just waltzes in and takes advantage." Scott made for her quarters, until Cora pulled on his arm, turning him around. "What?"

"Scott. Do you want her to be happy?" She asked softly, stroking his facing.

"Of course, I do." He whispered in reply.

"Then leave it." She pulled his arm, leading him to the bio lab. "It's Sara. No one takes advantage of her. They did nothing, she didn't invite and maybe, Harry has realised, just how much he loves her."

Scott sighed, knowing Cora was right. "You're right. All I want is for her to be happy."

She reached up and cupped his face, pressing her body to his. "You're a sweet man, Scott Ryder."

He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her gently, savouring the taste of her lips. Pulling away, he looked down at her, a soft whimper escaping from her. Suddenly, he picked her up, making her crying out in surprise. "Let me show you, how bad I can be." His voice low and husky.

Ryder woke to the darkness, stretching out her arm to move closer to Harry, only to find his space empty. Briefly, she thought he left her again until she heard a soft sobbing coming from the other side of the bed. Sitting up, she moved next to Harry, rubbing his back. "Harry, what's wrong?"

He wiped his tears away, turning to look at her. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's ok. Now, tell me what is wrong."

He took her hand in his, kissing it gently. "You know I was married once?"

"Yeah. I heard dad mention it once."

"We married young, both twenty." He took the tissue that she offered, giving her a sad smile. "We both had glittering careers so it was about five years later until we decided to start a family. We tried and tried, then finally 10 years later, she got pregnant. We were so happy and we learned it was a boy. I picked his name and we waited for him to arrive." His tears started again and she pulled him into her arms. "One day, I was at work and I got a call from her work, they said that she had a fall down some stairs and they took her to the hospital. I went to the maternity ward and the moment I walked into that room, I knew."

"Knew what?" She asked, her voice shaky.

"My world had ended. He was two weeks from birth and he was dead." He held on to her, soothed by her stroking his hair. "After that, my marriage fell apart. She looked at me and I just saw hatred in her eyes."

"Oh Harry." She whispered, drying her eyes with her hand.

He sat up to look at her, caressing her face. "I was scared, Sara. I didn't ever want to feel that kind of pain again. When SAM called me, to say that you were ill and bleeding that night, the pain came back. I was terrified that I'd lose Aya, I'd already lost you."

"You haven't lost me. I'm here, aren't I?"

He chuckled lightly, giving her a gentle kiss. "Yes, you are. I love you, Sara."

"I love you, too." She laughed, as Aya kicked where Harry had his hand. "She does, too."

"Aya Ryder. You are going to be trouble." He learnt down to kiss her bump, soothing the child within.

"Aya Ryder Carlyle. She's already trouble." She got up from the bed, moving to the small fridge near her desk, grabbing two bottles of water before walking back to the bed, giving him one. "So, what did you name him?"

"Joshua." He took a long drinking of the water before replacing the cap and setting down on the bedside cabinet. "After my father."

"His ashes are in that box in med bay? Harry nodded. "So go get him. He'll be lonely and he should be with his family."

He looked up at her, meeting her beautiful eyes, falling all the more in love with her. In a instant, she took his long buried pain and made it bearable. For so long he thought of Joshua as the child he lost, Sara turned him into a person who had a place in their family. He would always mourn the child he never got to know, but he would always be his father, no one could take that away from him. He retrieved Joshua from the med bay and placed him on the bedside cabinet. Now, he felt like a father and it felt amazing.