Crewman Third Class Sonia Francis, Yeoman
"Hey, babe?"
Charlie knew that tone of voice. That tone of voice always meant that Sonia had something to tell him, something she was nervous about.
He glanced over to where she was skimming neatly out of her uniform and into off-duty clothes. He loved how proud she was of the uniform, even if "Crewman Third Class" meant she barely ranked above the ship's cats.
"I, uh. Stopped by Sickbay today." Sonia bit her lip but she was smiling and Charlie knew it'd only be another second before-
"Our tests came back clear," she blurted out. "Dr. Stanton says we're good to go and he can take out the contraceptive implants at any time."
Sonia was beaming, her face lit with joy, and Charlie felt himself grinning back at her. "So does that mean-"
"Yeah," she breathed, and launched herself at him. Charlie had been braced for the maneuver and caught his wife in mid-air, swinging her around and bringing her in for a kiss.
She kissed him hungrily, her hands already tugging at his uniform shirt. Charlie laughed and set her back down. "The implants, honey."
"Practice run," Sonia said, her fingers now busy on his pants, and Charlie was disinclined to argue with her logic.