Warnings: C/S, mpreg

Disclaimer:I don't own Star Trek!


"Are you all right?" Pavel leaned over once again with the interesting expression he'd taken to wearing lately: a mixture of concern and smugness. Sulu was beginning to find it rather annoying, actually.

"Yes, I'm fine. Aren't you supposed to be doing your job?" He turned back to his own console and tried to ignore the daily-shrinking distance between his belly and his instruments.

"It iz just zat I am new to zis thing. I vould not vant you to be hawing troubles." Chekov sighed happily. "Zis iz first time I vill be father."

"Yes, well. This is the first time I'll be a mother. No thanks to you." Sulu shook his head. He didn't mean to snap, but he had been feeling rather moody lately. He surreptitiously rubbed his back.

"Iz best thing zat could possibly happen! Vhy are you upset by zis? Ve vill hawe beautiful little girl. Zen I vill take you both to Russia and you can meet my grandmother."

"Yeah, great." Sulu had tuned out his young lover and was imagining sushi on a bed of vanilla ice cream. That would hit the spot right now…

"You are still upset. Iz something wrong? You vere fine last night…"

"Is something wrong? No, you just freakin' knocked me up, is what!" Somehow that had come out louder than he'd intended.

The bridge crew started cheering.