"Laura, you do this every time they visit." Maya watches the woman as she paces slowly. She leans back against the metal headboard of her bed, their tent containing two and a crib for Isis. "The baby is fine. He's taken care of. You should come to dinner. Speak with the Admiral and Commander. Have some social interaction." She shakes her head, "They ask about you all the time and you're always off somewhere...whether it be with the baby or watching some of the kids at school whose parents want to enjoy themselves."

Laura shakes her head, pausing to look into the crib at the sleeping Isis. She smiles softly, "I'd rather not."

"Is it because you're embarrassed you lost the election?" The young woman watches her, "Or is it something that has happened here?"

Laura swallowed as she stared out in front of her, her legs dangling from the stretcher. This felt all too familiar to her. She knew he would return through the curtain any minute with information that the hybrid blood did not work, after all. That her cancer had returned and her time on this planet was even shorter than she once thought. However, she wasn't afraid of death anymore. Maybe that would make things less complicated. As long as the safety and protection of Isis was paramount, but she could put someone in charge of that if she needed to. Kara Thrace would be a good option. She's trusted her in the past and the young woman had never let her down before. She glanced to the intravenous line in her hand, a requirement by the doctor, probably just to get her to stay.

Cottle returned, chart in his hand. "So your blood and urine analysis results came back. I've run them .ten...maybe a dozen times." His voice had a hint amount of a chuckle in it's undertone, "Young lady, I don't know how to tell you this-"

"Then don't." She shook her head, "I don't want to know if..." She swallowed, "I just want to live the rest of my days to the best of-"

"Now, wait a minute." He interrupted her, watching as the woman stared at him, "Nothing serious like that." He smirked around the cigarette that leisure remained in the corner of his lips, "Maybe it would be better if I'd just show you. Lay down." Cottle pulled over a large machine, electricity was sketchy at best on the planet, but the medical tent was always well lit with charged generators.

Laura did as instructed, staring toward the ceiling, "I used to smoke." She was just saying whatever was filling her mind in order to remove herself mentally from what was going on, "When I lived on Caprica...I miss it. I could take it up again if I wanted to."

"Not right now, you're not." The older man chuckled to himself, a sense of excitement about him that she'd never seen before. Not since her cancer was cured and she returned to him for her first check up after the fact. He began edging up the bottom of her hospital gown, "I first felt it during the exam, but...I assumed the worst, just like you did. Which is why I ran the samples multiple times. This will be cold at first, just suck it up, " He gently squeezes a small amount of doppler gel onto her lower abdomen, it was used only for instances like this, "Now, don't freak out on me."

She wasn't paying much attention to him, "I know they aren't healthy, but they were relaxing...more relaxing than any shrink I talked to in Caprica City." She flinched slightly as she felt him press the device against her skin, soon hearing the soft thumping of a heartbeat. Laura stopped her rambling, edging herself up onto her elbows, finally looking toward him, "What's that?"

"Young lady, you're pregnant." Cottle attempted to keep his gruff exterior, but he knew this was an all new and unexpected development for the woman, "From the looks of it, I'd say about a good five months already."

"But..." Laura shook her head slightly, "No, see, I'm...I can't...No, Doctor, I'm much too..." She attempted to explain, it wasn't going very well, unable to form the sentences her brain intended to say.

"We've noticed changes, Laura. You know that." It was rare for him to refer to her by her first name, but he did it when he knew it was only them and no other staff interfering, "Improved eyesight, improved circulatory function, improved digestion, improved joint flexibility. You've got some color to your skin, and hell, even your hair looks great. Not that it looked bad before, of course. You haven't gained much weight, but you can't really tell anyway with those big sweaters you've been wearing." Cottle smirked, "Not only did the hybrid blood cure your cancer, but I'd say it made your body a good ten years younger. Making this little guy very possible."

She had tears in her eyes as they slowly moved to that of ultrasound machine screen, "That's inside of me?" It was almost as if she was having an out of body experience. This couldn't possibly be real. Another hallucination like when she was on Chamalla, she thought, lying back down flat.

He hummed with a nod, "You can see the heartbeat." He pointed on the screen where he wanted her to look.

Laura swallowed, her head practically swimming, "Is that a-"

"It's a boy." Cottle nodded, "Active little guy." He pushed the button, taking a couple pictures, but only two as they were running short on paper in general, it would be impossible to find one for this particular machine. He handed one to her, "Don't usually give them out down here." He turned the machine off, handing her a towel.

"How can I be pregnant..." Her voice was empty, confused.

"Well, Ms. Roslin, I think you're old enough not to need that talk." He raised an eyebrow, stubbing out his cigarette as it was burned down to the filter, quickly lighting another. He slid a hand into one of the pockets of his lab coat, "Now, you've got some decisions to make. However, since you outlawed abortion, that's one choice that is already made for you." He wasn't mocking her, he was trying to lighten the mood. Sherman watched her, he could tell she was terrified, nearly unable to move.

Laura stared to the ceiling again, the sonogram lying on her chest, as if she didn't even notice it. She felt a hand take her's as well as the towel being used to wipe the gel from her lower abdomen before her cloth gown was pulled back down. She didn't know what to say, if anything. She didn't know what to do, or even move.

"Of course, given your age, your situation, and your unintentional lack of prenatal care, I'm classifying this pregnancy as high risk within my records, requiring you to come for frequent routine appointments, which are usually every three weeks to a month. However, because of your unique situation, I want you to stop by every week." He continued holding her hand, "You're dehydrated and hypoglycemic, both caused by your inability to hold anything down. I'll give you something with that as well as some vitamins that I want you to take." He snuffed out his second cigarette, moving closer to her face, "Laura."

"It was twice." Her voice trembled just as much as her hands and her eyes moved to him again, "A boy?" When he nodded, she continued, "A boy." She whispered, bringing her hand with the line feeding liquids through her veins, to touch her slightly extended abdomen, "And he's okay?"

"Everything looks just fine. We're going to keep a close eye on the both of you."

Laura bit her lip, "Okay."

Cottle smirked as he helped her try to sit up slowly, "Who is the lucky father?"

"Neither of those things. I just...I don't want to celebrate anything until I can celebrate with my son. I don't feel comfortable doing so." Laura nods standing upright as she makes eye contact with the young woman, "If Isis were sick, would you want to go anywhere, much less a party, or would you want to stay with her?"

"I see your point." Maya watched her, "I just wish you'd spend more time with us...and I wish you'd let me see him." Bringing her hand up to her face, she tucks her raven black hair behind her ear.

She smiles softly, trying her best to keep her composure, "I've been a mess. I'm sorry." The older woman places her hands against her hips, "You're more than welcome to see him, whenever you'd like. He'd just so small and still relies on some machines to help him, I don't...I don't want it to startle you."

"Isis was small when you gave her to me. Have you forgotten?" She pulled her knees up, wrapping her arms around them comfortably.

Laura's knows that all the ailments plaguing her son are simply her punishments for the pain and anguish she has caused the Agathon family through the years, "I remember." She glances back into the crib, reaching down to adjust the blanket over the sleeping infant.

"And she had her fair share of things that were going on concerning her health, but she grew stronger and healthier. Just like I know your little guy will." Maya smiles broadly when she notices the other woman's expression starting to lighten up, "First thing's first, though. You have to give that poor boy a name."

She nods, "Doctor Cottle brought up the same thing yesterday before I left. I am painfully aware."

"Do you at least have any ideas?"

Laura tilts her head to the side, taking a seat on her bed, "During our discussion about Arelon and their culture in class today, I came across some words and their meanings from their ancient dialect. One of which had the literal translation of 'the little warrior'."

Maya smiles, "That sounds pretty perfect. It's exactly what he is." Their single beds were pushed relatively close, but only to conserve space in their already small living quarters that were only going to get smaller within the next month. She reaches a hand over, patting the woman on the arm, "You should take a little nap before you go. That way, you can stay longer with the little warrior."

She hums her amusement concerning Maya's affectionate term for her son, "You're right. Wake me before you go?"

"In a few hours." Maya agrees, "I must wake Isis and get her dressed for her first Feast Day anyhow.

"Thank you." Laura slides down into her small bed, pulling the knitted covers over herself as she closes her eyes, quickly drifting off.

The young man kissed her collarbone, their nude bodies tangled together after a blissful session of coitus, causing her to feel like some sort of stereotype. This being the second day in a row since their first time. He picked his head up, grinning one of his handsome grins to her, appearing like a cheshire cat.

"You're impossible, Lee Adama." She attempted to keep the smile from her face, only managing to burst into laughter,, her arms folded above her head.

"You're amazing." Lee breathed into her ear. She knew she wasn't his only one. She knew he had unresolved issues with Kara Thrace, she knew there were other women besides that. Of course, she couldn't name them or point them out in a crowd. He glided his hand down her naked side, letting it rest at her hip, "I mean that."

Laura raised an eyebrow, "The last I've..." She knew he was quite aware of most of her past, that's why she liked him. Something in his eyes always caused her to open up to him, now in more ways than one. "The last man I've been with was President Adar."

He mimicked her expression, "And how do I stack up?"

She began giggling again, "Is that all you care about?" When he doesn't answer, just waving his eyebrows at her, she laughed even louder, moving her hands from behind her head to wrap around him, "You're the best...and I'm not even stroking your ego with that one."

"Maybe not, but you do know how to stroke other things very well." Lee wrapped his arms around her more, holding her closer than before, gazing into her eyes as the room fell silent to the hum of the Colonial One and their breathing, "There's some days when I just...I want to give it all up and run away. This is one of those days...and I wish I could run away with you."

It was touching how much optimism his youth provided him, "Why with me?"

"Because...there are quick fraks and there are women you can see yourself spending your life with. Sometimes they get confused, sure, but...there are other times when you know even without the frak." His lips gently fall into hers again, his hand moving to her lower back, "I knew when you raised your hand and recited the oath of office."

Laura licked her lips, her eyes shining with emotion, "You committed treason in an effort to protect me. You broke me out of jail knowing punishment would be waiting upon our return to the fleet, if we were to return. You followed me blindly just by the dreams I was having. You helped me up and down the ancient, trap laden hills of Kobol's forests. You held my hand when I was dying and visited me constantly when I was saved." She swallowed, "Lee, I've had feelings for you since you saved Colonial One during the attacks...since you risked your life just to protect me. I thought that you and Captain Thrace were-"

Lee quickly shook his head, "Don't worry about her. It's just us." He places a soft kiss against her brow, "I did all those things because it's just what you do for the people you love."

Laura opens her eyes, darkness surrounding her. She licks her lips, getting a hold of her surroundings. She lifts her wrist, checking her glowing watch, "Frak." She hisses to herself, quickly climbing from the bed. She fumbles in the darkened room, pulling shoes on herself. Maya probably had her hands full, she tells herself. She pulls on her jacket as she jogs from the tent, quickly reaching that of her usual post with Doctor Cottle, "I'm sorry that I'm-" She glances up, pausing when she doesn't see her usual confident, instead seeing someone else entirely, "Admiral Adama."

Bill Adama holds the small infant in his arms, her small infant. He rocks slowly in the handcrafted chair, "Ms. Roslin...is this why you've been avoiding me?" The infant holds his finger tightly in his tiny hand, "He has quite a grip."

She moves into the tent more, securing the flap as to retain the temperature of the room, "Admiral, I can explain-"

"You don't need to explain anything to me." He shakes his head slowly, "However, Lee is going to want to know some things." Bill picks his head up, smirking to the appearance of her shocked facial expression, "It's his eyes...my mother's shade. In all my years, never met anyone with the same shade of blue as her...except my son."

Laura threads a hand through her clean, but uncombed hair, "He's married, he's..." She shakes her head, "Things are different than they once were. He's barely been able to look me in the eye since Billy died. I think he blames himself."

"Probably, but you know my son better than I do." He looks to the infant again, "My first grandchild." Bill smirks, the pure sense of pride illuminating from him, "I don't care why you kept his existence and growth a secret, or why you are afraid of such information being leaked, but I'll be damned if you're going to keep my grandson from me any longer."

"I'm sorry." She bites the corner of her mouth, taking a seat opposite him.

"You had your reasons. You always do." He glances back up to her, "Tell me them."

Laura folds her arms, leaning back in the silver chair, "He was married months before I discovered I was pregnant. His position on the Pegasus was everything he...everything he's ever imagined. He married Dualla...they're happy up there, and I'm sure they'll start their own family before you know it."

Bill raises an eyebrow, "I was planning to mock your reasons, but those are actually pretty decent."

She hums her amusement, smiling softly, "I don't want him to feel trapped. I don't want him to think he has to come here and stay in order to be with the baby and abandon his post. I don't want him to give up his marriage, or even feel like he has to. I don't..." Laura feels tears forming in her eyes, "I don't want Lee getting attached when...when our son may not live anyway." She strengthens her jaw, sitting straighter. The first time she's referred to the baby as their son, their joint son, together.

"This little one is an Adama. He should know he's an Adama." The older man nods, "He should never question why you'd want to hide the fact that he is. He should be celebrated. It doesn't matter whether or not you think he'll survive, which by the way, I think is all in your head. His life should be celebrated." Bill looks to her again, noticing her posture and facial expression, "You shouldn't be crying every time you think about his life. Speaking of which, my grandson have a name?" It was more a joke, but notices the woman shake of her head in the negative sense, "Well, why not?"

"I want him to be healthier before I have a devotion ceremony for him. At least out of the incubator."

"Children have names before a devotion ceremony." He chuckles to himself when the boy smiles, "See that? I believe he just agreed with me."

Laura nods, "He's funny. Can barely breathe on his own, only started a bottle yesterday and was fed through a tube before that, but he's got the greatest smile I've ever seen." She smirks.

Adama nods, "You should not be alone during this. You shouldn't have to put all the burden on yourself."

"Cottle helps out."

"I mean besides Cottle. You've got me and you should let Tigh help since he's down here." He watches her again, "Do you remember at the groundbreaking ceremony when we were watching the stars and just shooting the breeze?" When Bill notices her nod, he continues, "You said something to me that I've never forgotten, probably never will. You said that we have to live for today because tomorrow may never come."

"I did?" Laura raises her eyebrow.

"Well, we were...enjoying that New Caprican herb that you discovered by the stream and-"

"Oh my gods...I completely...I completely forgot about that." She begins to stare at her son, "I was pregnant when I did that. There could have been...It could have been the sole reason that he-"

"Laura, stop." He never usually uses her first name. "Just stop."

"He was early and...he went into heart failure at two weeks old. The herb could have been the reason he attained the...it could be one of the reasons I..." Laura stammers softly, her unusual cool and collective exterior blown as it has been outside of school since the news of her son's existence came to her knowledge.

"That's why you haven't named him." Bill shakes his head, "Just stop." He stands, motioning to the rocking chair, "Switch." When she does as he instructed, her body trembling ever so slightly. He places a soft kiss to the top of the infant's head before placing him in her arms, "You are a mother now. You need to make sure he has everything he is going to need when he's able to go home with you. You cannot be stuck thinking about what you could or couldn't have done differently when you weren't even aware of the situation in the first place. He's right here. You have to live in the present and not dwell on the past."

She listens to him intently, gazing to her son once the man is finished. "Thank you, Admiral."

"Stick with Bill." He smirks, "And think about a name for my grandson. Something that goes with Adama."

"I probably won't give him Adama as a last name...Lee is my...I have to protect him in this." Laura looks up again, "I'd love to, don't misunderstand, but-"

Bill picks a hand up, motioning for her to stop, "Laura, it's fine. Roslin is okay too, I guess." He chuckles quietly, seeing her smile, "If you do ever decide to tell him, maybe hyphenate it."

"Maybe."

Bill stares to her, not thinking she was even capable or even wanting to be a mother, smirking when the baby begins smiling to her again, "Have you eaten yet?" He remembers Carolanne when Lee was born, "My wife always forgot to eat when the boys were infants." The part he was actually there for.

"I..." Laura shakes her head slowly, "I'm fine."

He grins broadly, "Nah. Sit tight, I'll bring you something."

"Admiral, I-" She stops herself, her attempts being of no use as he steps through the tent enclosure. He would do what he wanted anyway. She looks to the infant, "You have a smart grandfather...he's right. You deserve a name, little one, and I've even been thinking about it." Laura leans back in the rocker, "The discussion is about Arelon this week...the lesson today was all about traditions. That they're the ones who originated Feast Day. Happy first Feast Day, by the way." She nods, letting his tiny hand wrap around her finger, "I noticed in my lesson plans, tomorrow's session is about their ancient native tongue. I came across a word meaning 'little warrior' to them, because the children used to sneak into bunkers and plant traps for the others. They were able to go virtually undetected." Laura smirks, "I figure, you're the smallest warrior I've ever seen, not to mention the most adorable..." Her smirk turns into a grin when the boy coos softly, "You know that too." Laura picks her head up when the other portion of the medic tent opens, presenting Sherman Cottle before her.

"Didn't hear you come in." The older doctor snubs his cigarette out, stepping closer and looking over her shoulder, "Hey there, little guy." He smirks, "Just get here?"

Laura shakes her head slowly, "Where were you?"

"I was hungry. Ishay was holding down the fort, she said he didn't make a peep."

"That's because Admiral Adama was here rocking him." She swallows, "He knows."

"Knows what?" Cottle watches her, moving to the other side of the area.

"Just...all of it. Something about him makes me just..." Laura shakes her head slowly, "I don't want this leaving this room because I have to protect not only my son, but... and I know that given your track record with me, I don't have to worry."

"Damn right, but you don't have to do this."

"Yes, I do. I've selfishly kept you in the dark for months and it isn't fair to you because you've...You remind me so much of my father. So much." She whispers, "And I know from what I've seen that you're going to take on that role for my son." Laura notices the man tilt his head to the side, his expression softening ever so slightly. She attempted to find the best way to inform the man. Finally able to find the words, she glances up to him again, "My son's father is Lee Adama."

Cottle stares at her, bringing a cigarette to his lips. When he sees her give him a look, "I'm not lighting it." He stands silently, "I've heard a lot of crazy shit in my life, but this has to be the craziest."

Bill returns with the platter of food, smirking from under his mustache, "Eat. I'll hold him." He looks up, "Doctor Cottle." He offers the man a nod. He looks back to the woman he once considered a confidant and starts to wonder why she felt it necessary to hide such information from him.

"Admiral." The gruff doctor watches how gentle the man is with the small infant, shaking his head as he moves back into the other area with the rest of the patients.

"You really didn't have to bring me this much, Bill. I do appreciate it though." Laura smiles to the older man, "When he was first born, he was just a little larger than Cottle's hand and now..."

"How old is he?"

She takes a bite of the dirt hued colored food, chewing the spinach like leaf, waiting until she finishes before she's able to answer, "A month today."

"A month old with no name." Bill grumbles, "We'll fix that up for you soon enough." He speaks to the infant resting in his black jacket covered arms.

"Sloane." Laura nods, speaking simply, "His name is Sloane."

The man raises an eyebrow, "Strong name."

"Ancient Arelon word for little warrior." She takes another bite of the orange colored mushy root vegetable, not entirely sure of anything that fills her plate, but not complaining about it either, "I'll spare you the history."

"Sloane Adama." Bill smirks, though it can only really be seen around his eyes since his mustache covers his upper lip. He glances to the woman, "Or Roslin...sounds just fine with both."

Wearing the same red dress from the night before, she knew everyone would form some sort of distasteful opinion of her. Laura took a long drag of the rolled herb cigarette, having indulged in it the night before. It relaxed her. The situation, though bittersweet, was relaxing to her. On one hand, the man she trusted the least that was more than likely a cylon collaborator was now in power. On the other hand, a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She was able to flirt and speak to whomever she wanted, drink and smoke these herbal cigarettes. No one would care anymore. "Hey." She walked up next to Bill, having slept with him in a completely platonic way under the stars. Neither of them meant to, but it was good to be able to do so on solid ground.

"Hey yourself." Bill Adama smirked, a hand in his pocket. "Sleep well?"

"I did, actually. How about you?"

"Same." He motioned to his son walking hand in hand with Anastasia Dualla, "Lee got married about an hour ago. How about that?"

"He...Well, that's good for him." Laura swallowed, her mind flashing to her deceased assistant and how much in love he was with her. She remembered how upset he was when he informed her that Dee declined his offer, even breaking up their relationship. However, now, it all seemed to make sense. Just, not with Lee. Please. He hasn't been able to look at her much since he was shot on Cloud 9, Billy's death a direct result from one another. It pained her. Not only did she lose a son-like figure in Billy, but she lost a lover in Lee at the same time.

"They look happy." Bill glanced to her hand as she linked it in the crook of his elbow.

She nodded, "Sure." She was alone again.