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TEMPTATION – CHAPTER 13

Ro Laren was not happy; in fact, that was the understatement of the quadrant. She did not want to be in this much pain while her wife was laughing hysterically. Growling low in her throat as she tried to breathe through the pain shooting through her abdomen, she cursed her wife to Earth and back again. Janeway wiped the tears of laughter from her cheeks and tried to apologise.

“I’m sorry babe. I don’t mean to laugh at you. I just think it’s fitting that every time you think something nasty about B'Elanna something happens to cause you discomfort.” She wheezed through her giggles.

“Discomfort!” Ro exploded. “You get me bloody pregnant! I balloon about forty sizes and you call it discomfort!” Ro tried to stand but couldn’t quite make it. She leaned heavily on the table as Harry quickly rose and helped to support her. “ Next time you decide that ‘we’ should have a baby, you get to carry it. I am never going through this again.”

Janeway stood, while smiling at her wife. “Let’s get you to Sickbay and the Doctor can take care of you.” She tried to placate her wife.

“B'Elanna’s there, remember? He’ll be too busy fussing over her to pay any attention to me.” She whined. It was out of character for Ro to be whiny, but her hormones were playing havoc with her moods.

“He’ll be able to make you comfortable and keep an eye on you both.” Janeway used her best diplomatic tone on her wife. Harry and Tom just glanced at one another; silently communicating their next actions.

Tom took Ro’s left side, Harry her right; with one hand behind her knees and the other supporting her back, they scooped her into their arms in a cradle and started to walk out of the Mess Hall. Squealing at the indignity of the situation Ro cussed up a storm as her wife started giggling again.

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Seven frowned at the Doctor as he repeated the scans she’s seen him do in the Mess Hall. She felt he was being inefficient and opened her mouth to speak when her daughter beat her to it.

“Dokor, you fix mama’s baby.”

The EMH would have broken his neck had he been flesh and blood as he whipped round to glare at the child.

“Bethany seems to think that her mama is pregnant.” Sam spoke quietly, diverting the angry glare away from the child.

“It would appear that the Little One is correct.” The Doctor stated flatly. He had never gotten over his love for Seven and still found it difficult at times to deal with B'Elanna fairly.

“Wildman to Naomi Wildman.” Samantha grinned at Bethany’s reaction to her words as the child’s face lit up in a perfect replica of Seven’s smile.

“Yes mom?” Naomi responded.

“Could you come down to Sickbay and look after Bethany for a little bit please?”

“Sure mom. Is everything okay? Is Seven okay? What’s wrong?” Naomi questioned.

“I’ll tell you when you get here. Wildman out.”

Seating Bethany on a vacant biobed Samantha turned back to the Doctor who was now running a series of complicated scans to confirm the cause of B’Elanna’s fainting. His angry glare changed to a satisfied frown as he determined that it was nothing more serious than her pregnancy.

“Her blood sugar levels are too low and her adrenaline levels a little high, even for a Klingon. Her body simply shut down to protect the baby.” He looked like he was about to launch into another round of narcissistic praise of his medical abilities when Seven turned her back on him.

“Bethany, when Naomi gets here, you will go with her. She will care for you until mama wakens. I will remain here; if you need me, you know how to call for me.”

“Yes mommy.” Bethany leaned slightly from the biobed into her mother’s embrace and whispered for her ears only. “I love you mommy. We get the babies soon?”

“I love you too.” Seven whispered back, gently kissing the tiny ridges on her daughters brow. “I will explain later when mama is awake, okay?”

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Tom and Harry entered sickbay with the still cussing Ro Laren in their arms. Gently depositing her in the biobed next to B'Elanna, they retreated quickly behind Seven as Ro threatened to pull them apart limb from limb.

“How’s B'Elanna?” Harry asked from her shoulder.

The Doctor, fussing around Ro now started to respond but B'Elanna beat him to it. “She’s fine. Bang’wI? Where’s Beebop? Is she okay?”

“She just left with Naomi.” Sam answered for Seven. “We were worried about you.”

“I’m fine, let me outa here Doc?” B'Elanna glared at the Doctor defying him to say no.

“Sorry B'Elanna, you’re here overnight at the least. You need to take better care of yourself in your condition.” The Doctor stated coldly.

“What condition?” She frowned at him as she turned to her wife. “What in Grethor is he talking about?”

“It would appear that you are pregnant.” Seven blushed.

“I’M WHAT?” B'Elanna exploded.