Within the next three weeks, Bill conducted a marriage and Dr. Cottle pronounced literally hundreds of women to be confirmed pregnant. Everyone was totally sick of eating nothing but algae. And the news that Admiral Adama and President Roslin had spent the night together was of much amusement to Saul Tigh and the other select few who knew, or rather suspected they knew the nature of their relationship. And Bill Adama sat across from his son, the CAG, making adjustments to the pilot's duty roster.

"Well Racetrack is definitely off the roster, as soon as she gets back from her honeymoon that is." Lee said.

"Well at least that's only one pilot, but we are still one short." Bill sighed.

"Two short, Kara told me she was pregnant yesterday." Lee grinned.

Bill coughed and cleared his throat as a terrible memory he had been trying to forget sunk back in to his mind. He abruptly changed the subject, "Well what are we going to do with Racetrack; she's a fine officer and a good pilot. I suppose she can fly SAR raptors for a bit."

"We could give her Dee's job."

"Where is Dee anyway Major?"

"She's off trying to find the best lawyer in the fleet to take me to the cleaners, Sir."

"You do realize that Kara's baby could be her husband's?" Bill suggested on a whim. Secretly he highly doubted the child wasn't Lee's. Lee did not respond to the comment and the idea of it seemed to make him uncomfortable. He squirmed in his chair slightly.

"What are we going to do for pilots? People getting pregnant left, right and center." Adama closed his eyes for a minute attempting to relax after what had been a long and trying morning.

"We could put out another call to the fleet…train some more nuggets."

"And who do you suggest should train them, our best instructor is knocked up, no thanks to you!"

"What about Athena?"

"As much as I like her, she's still a cylon, I'd be surprised if one of the nuggets didn't try to shoot her."

"Helo?"

"Married to a cylon, you can bet a lot of people would have a problem with that."

"I'll do it."

"You? You're up to your eyeballs in CAG duties."

"Saul Tigh."

"Lee, I'm just going to pretend I didn't hear that. I'm just going to pretend that you didn't suggest that we let One-Eye-Tigh, climb out of his bottle long enough to smash up one of my vipers."

"Ok, bad idea. How's this; we get Helo and Showboat to train the nuggets. Helo would probably appreciate the distraction, and Showboat can watch his back and make sure no one shoots him."

"I am completely out of ideas, so I'm leaving this up to your better judgment. Meaning not to get anymore of my pilots knocked up." Bill got to his feet and pointed towards the door."

"Are you asking me to leave?"

"I am asking you to get your ass back to your job, because we are already horrendously understaffed. Tell the pilots whatever you have to, confiscate any remaining contraceptives from the rest of the fleet to give to the pilots, just don't let any more of my pilots get pregnant."

"Do you have another engagement?"

"Yes I have to marry Corporal Venner to his civilian girlfriend, grant him a two-day leave of absence, I have to stand around in CIC and pretend to be working while I daydream lazily as I fill out paperwork, I have to write congratulatory notes to Racetrack and Starbuck, when I really feel like tossing them both in the brig - because I began that stupid frakking policy when crewmen announced pregnancies back on New Caprica, stand around in CIC some more, argue with the Geminese over the COM, then I'll order Gaeta to plan the next jump away from this frakking algae planet, someone else will ask to speak to me, I'll order some more people around, check our ammunition supplies, maybe daydream some more, make emergency plans in case of a cylon attack, forward jump coordinates to the fleet and prepare to jump, pace the corridors looking important, then I have a meeting with President Roslin to discuss the pressing matters at hand and then I have to eat lunch - I'm having algae today, again!" Bill huffed for a minute, breathing heavily. Wow, when he said it all out loud it sounded much more important.

Lee stared blankly at his ranting father for a moment and left through the door. His father didn't know what he was asking him to do. He was asking him to get a bunch of hot-to-trot pilots to stop having sex. This was not going to go over well. Obviously his father was too old to remember the lust and passion of youth. He smiled stupidly as he remembered Kara in that raptor…this wouldn't do, he had too much work to do, no time for cold showers.

Lee strode into the pilot's briefing room and starting passing out assignments. Kara's face fell as she read her assignment. "Raptor duty?" Lee ignored her comment as he continued passing out the assignments.

"One more thing" Lee shouted to his pilots. "Helo and Showboat, you are being asked to take on an extra shift a piece."

'Doing what?" Showboat asked.

"Training new nuggets, we are losing far too many of our best pilots to pregnancy. Ok that's all, back to work. Except you Thrace," Lee smiled deviously at Kara, "I need to see you in my office."

Roslin walked towards the Galactica sickbay dreading the cold exam table that awaited her there. Secretly, she really hated doctors, always had. Always too hypocritical and depressing. Dr. Cottle always blew smoke in her face, smoking in a medical facility is not hygienic; she stewed.

"Dr. Cottle." She greeted him politely as he muttered something inaudible around his cigarette.

"Do you know how much trouble your little ritual has caused?"

"It's just a stupid fertility rite, no one takes those thing seriously, besides, we are closer to finding Earth than ever."

"Not take them seriously? Do you know how many Galactica crewmembers are pregnant, Galactica alone?"

Roslin eyed him warily, "It's not my fault you have a religious group of people…"

"Twenty-three! And only two of them were actually on the godsdamned planet."

"That's interesting, can we start the examination now?"

"No. You sit and listen for a minute… I've performed over fifty blood tests this morning alone! Who's going to have to deliver all these kids? Me! We don't have the meds to spare, so they're all going to have natural childbirths unless the kid can't be turned if they're breech! They're going to frakking hate me! Then they'll want paternity tests, they're military after all…" Dr. Cottle poked Laura, "Does that hurt?"

"Not particularly."

"You're probably fine, let's get this damned thing started…" Dr. Cottle took a long drag on his cigarette. "Now are you experiencing any dizziness?"

"No."

"Any tenderness?"

"No."

"Fatigue?"

"Yes, I've had a lot on my plate, late nights…"

'So I've heard. Any nausea? Headaches?"

"Yes, and Yes."

"Is there a chance you could be pregnant?"

"You're the doctor, you tell me." Laura said wryly.

"You are perfectly healthy and not expecting, thank the Gods."

'If that's all I have an urgent meeting."

"Oh yes, give the Admiral my best."