Thank you for all your lovely words. I appreciate it so much. Here you go! Much anticipated. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. -Becca

I sit back against the cool porcelain of the toilet. I'm stunned beyond belief. Yes, we were planning for this; hoping for this. But, I thought it would take longer. We just got married a week ago and I only suppressed the boosters a month ago. Everything's happening so fast and I can barely keep up. I still can't believe it!

It's unusual that a woman my age would get pregnant so quickly. It was easy the first time, but I had been in my early twenties then. It's easy for anyone to get pregnant in their twenties!

This is what we'd been hoping for, right? Yes. This is what we both want. Then, why am I so nervous? I have no reason to be. We both want a family. We both want this to happen. Yes. Beverly, you have nothing to be concerned about.

Tomorrow I'll scan for any abnormalities in the foetus. Like I said, I'm not young anymore. Since all of a woman's eggs are present at the time birth, there is the worry that as a woman ages her eggs are more prone to mutation which will invariably bear problems for the foetus later in the pregnancy. However, in terms of modern science, I am still relatively 'young'. Everything should be OK, but I just want to double check. I still can't believe we're pregnant. I can't seem to grasp that a product of the love that Jean Luc and I share is actually growing inside of me.

"Hello little one" I whisper to my abdomen, "you're daddy and I are so glad you're here!"

I have to wake Jean Luc. I don't think this is the kind of news that I can keep to myself. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. And you know what? He drools. Let it be said that the great former Captain of the Enterprise who battled the Borg, made over thousands of firsts contacts, successfully mediated peace treaties between warring factions on distant planets and dealt with the Q continuum in fact drools in his sleep. Some might find it a little crass, but I think it's completely adorable and endearing.

Now, Beverly, how should we go about this? Should I just wake him up and spit it right out? I suppose. I don't really know any other way around it. I can't wait to see his face!

I tread carefully over the slightly creaky wooden floor to our bed.

"Jean Luc," I whisper. No response. I should have known from earlier…

Suddenly I have the cruelest idea.

"BRIDGE TO CAPTAIN PICARD RED ALERT!" I shout in the most commanding voice I can muster.

You should see him! His eyes open immediately, bulging out of their sockets, and he jumps stark naked right out of bed! I didn't even know he could move like that. I can't stop laughing. I can't breath and there are tears coming out of my eyes.

"Beverly Picard!" I can see the amusement in his eyes right after the initial shock wears off, "What in devil's name is going on?!"

"Oh Jean Luc!" I still can't form a coherent sentence over my laughter so I just fall back against the covers and I don't even try to contain my amusement. I look up at him and I see that he too is laughing despite all of his efforts to maintain a stern demeanor.

"Let it be said, Beverly Cheryl Picard, that life with you is anything but dull and boring. You just about gave me a heart attack!"

I move closer on the bed to him, my face growing serious. I wipe the tears that are streaming down my cheeks, "I'm sorry, Jean Luc but I couldn't seem to wake you up any other way!"

"I was enjoying a very lovely dream, I'll have you know, starring yours truly. I suppose you know what your punishment is going to be for that very," he starts to kiss me, "very underhanded maneuver."

"Oh," I turn he head, giving him access to his favourite spot under my left ear, "I don't know, what did you have in mind?"

"Hmm. I think I'll have to show you." He continues to kiss his way over my ear and then down my neck, but we can't until I tell him.

"Jean Luc?"

"Hmm..?"

"Jean Luc stop for one second." I say softly.

He pulls away and looks at me, smoothing a lock of hair away from my eyes, "what is it, Beverly?"

I smile. Anticipation is half the fun. "Beverly?" And there's that eyebrow quirk.

"We're having a baby."

I don't think there's a categorized facial expression for the combined look of shock, elation, and apprehension that his registering on his face.

"You…yo-…you're..ummm…. we're… uh… Beverly are you… we're… p..preg..pregnant?"

"Yes, papa." I smile warmly. I still can't believe it. You're here!

And in a second he lets out the most glorious rumble of laughter as he pins me beneath his warm body. He can't stop smiling and as he moves to kiss me. I love feeling his smile on my mouth. It's something special that only I'm allowed to taste. At first his kisses are light, but then he registers the situation and they become more fervent. I open myself to him and his tongue slides into my mouth, tasting me, loving me.

"I love you, Beverly," he whispers softly. And then he does something so beautiful and wonderfully unexpected. He starts at my chin and slowly kisses all the way down my stomach. He stops when he comes to my lower abdomen and whispers in a soft baritone, "Hello, I love you and we can't wait to meet you."

And in a moment, I'm lost in him.