Thanks for reading everyone! Someone pointed out that some of my figures on the Voyager crew are inaccurate in the earlier chapters. Sorry if this detracts from the story line. I may go back and change it at a later date. Enjoy! – Becca

I miss Kes. I don't think about her all the time. But when I do, I miss her. I miss her smile and her tenderness. She might never know it, but her presence on Voyager made the first few years in the Delta Quadrant manageable.

I remember how much more sardonic and caustic the EMH was when we first activated him. He was absolutely unbearable sometimes – efficient, but humanly unbearable. But Kes was patient with him. She taught him humanity in small ways. She encouraged him to be compassionate. Her love and her life rubbed off on him. Still the Doctor is no Kes, but he's better. Caustic, sardonic, slightly arrogant - I can't imagine Voyager without our Doctor. But don't tell him that – it'll go to his head.

"Computer, activate EMH."

The Doctor materialized, "Please state the na- oh, good evening, Captain. What can I do for you?"

"Everyone has been hounding me to see if I'm pregnant."

His eyebrow quirked, "baby fever" he muttered under his breath as he walked a small distance to pick up his medical tricorder.

I hate this feeling. I felt like this every time I had to check my grades when I was in school. My pulse speeds up. Sweat pools in the creases of my palms. My respirations increase.

"Calm down, Captain" the Doctor scolds as he runs the probe over me.

He knows I'm nervous. He keeps his expression neutral as he turns off the tricorder and replaces the probe.

I knew it. I hate when this happens. I hate that I even got a little excited. I hang my head in defeat. What if she was just an illusion?

"3 Weeks".

My head shoots up, my pupils dilate, "what?"

"You're three weeks pregnant" he smiles.

The biggest, silliest grin spreads across my face and I breath a sigh of relief. My hand moves over my stomach. Hello.

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Should I just come out and tell him? No. I want it to be special. How should I tell him? Should I make him guess? No – too easy. I don't know if I can keep this to myself.

I'm dizzy with excitement. We're going to have a baby – a little human conceived in love. We can't wait to meet you. You're going to be loved and cherished.

I reach our quarters. It's late. There he is. I've never met anyone who hates clothes as much as this man. I think a small part of the reason we make love so often is the fact that he insists on sleeping naked. He's knows I can't resist him. I can barely keep my hands to myself when he's fully clothed in his uniform. Do I really have to tell you what it's like when he's got nothing on? So there he sits on our couch, dozing off, surrounded by padds.

As quietly as I can, I pad around the room. I remove my uniform, glancing every few seconds to see that I haven't woken him. As silently as I can I rummage through the bureau, landing on the peach silk nightgown he loves so much. I throw it on over my head and smooth the fabric. I linger over my abdomen. I can't wait to tell him.

Smoothly, I climb onto his lap. He jumps in surprise. Gotcha.

He smiles as he looks at me with sleepy eyes, "Hi beautiful". His warm hands encircle my waist as he brings me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck and move in to kiss him. I love kissing him. I relish the feel of his mouth beneath mine. I tug on his full lower lip and open him fully to me. My tongue slips past his and I explore that right upper canine. Is it strange that I have a favourite tooth of his? I'm running out of air so I pull back.

"Hi Handsome."

He knows I'm up to something. I won't make him wait any more. I take his hand away from my hip and move it to my stomach, holding it there. For a second he's confused.

Hesitantly, "Kathryn?"

That silly grin comes back, "3 weeks."

He starts to laugh. Laughter is infectious. We can't believe it. We can't wait to meet you.