Drowsing. He was sleeping. Lightly and fitfully, but sleeping. She stroked the tip of his pointed ear and he stirred. She froze. She didn't want to wake him.
"I'm already awake. How are you feeling?" He placed a large hand on her still flat abdomen. She smiled.
"I'm fine. You worry too much." He laid his head on her chest and listened to her steady and even breaths.
"I have reason to worry." She rubbed his smooth head in what she hoped was a comforting gesture.
"Not with me you don't." He sat up and looked at her in the shadowy darkness.
"I didn't think I had anything to worry about last time either. Then, well, you are aware, and when you left the Federation to join me you knew the risk you were taking." She scooted closer to his large frame.
"I couldn't not be with you. The first time I saw you. The determination, hurt, anger....and love." She smiled softly.
"I wanted a portion of that for myself." Pulling her small frame to his he laid down once more.
"You received that and now so will our child. I am no longer a haunted man Nyota." A single tear trailed down her face to the bed. She neither tried to suppress nor disguise it.
"Yes Nero. I know."
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Yes, even Nero gets some love. Shocking, I know. Reviews?