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TEMPTATION – CHAPTER 14

Seven stepped back hurriedly as B'Elanna launched herself from the biobed and stalked towards her. She couldn’t believe her ears. She had to be dreaming. In fact this was more like a nightmare than a dream. There was no way she was pregnant! Yes, they had discussed it, but they hadn’t finalised anything. They hadn’t agreed to go ahead. There was so much to prepare for before having another baby. It wasn’t a simple thing to cope with, it was made all the more complicated because of the neo-natal nanoprobes.

Seven continued backing up until she was pinned against the wall of sickbay. B'Elanna was ‘in her face’ and glaring at her. “How am I pregnant? What the Grethor did you do to me? I never agreed to being pregnant again! What the fuck have you done?”

Lowering her eyes from the intense gaze of the irate Klingon Seven blushed at the accusations being fired at her. Unable to formulate a reply she continued to stare at the floor.

“I’m waiting BORG! Don’t you think I deserve an answer? What the fuck did you do to me?” B'Elanna was toe to toe with Seven and almost purple in the face with barely suppressed rage.

Raising her eyes briefly, catching the anger in her love’s eyes Seven quickly whispered. “I lost control.”

Exploding at full volume B'Elanna roared. “Lost control?” Turning away from her wife, she paced the length of sickbay cursing in every language she knew.
“Lost control of what? Your mind? You don’t just get me pregnant without my agreement Seven! How could you?”

“Bang’wI, I know we need to discuss this – situation - but can it be done in private?” Seven was conscious of the curious stares of the crew in sickbay. “B'Elanna, please?”

“Fine!” B'Elanna stormed from sickbay without a backward glance.

Ro Laren watched B'Elanna explode at her wife and tried not to smirk. The last time she’d thought evil towards B'Elanna her contractions had started so she was taking no chances. As B'Elanna stormed from sickbay Ro felt her own wife tighten her grip on the hand she was holding.

“Oh God! I’m going to have to separate those two.” Kathryn wailed. “Things were going so well too. They haven’t had a bust up for ages!”

Smirking Ro agreed and tugged her wife closer. “Yeah, but they are certainly value for money when they start.” She immediately regretted opening her mouth as another contraction ripped through her belly. Squealing in pain she cursed her own stupidity. She’d known the Spirits had a warped sense of humour and this was their way of making sure the uneasy truce between the two of them was maintained. Sarcastic remarks from Ro about B'Elanna seemed to be forbidden.

Janeway mopped the sweating forehead and encouraged her wife to breathe through the contraction. She wasn’t looking forward to having to referee a verbal sparring match between Seven and B'Elanna. She moved slightly to allow Sam Wildman access to scan Ro’s upper abdomen. For the moment she was concentrating on her wife and the birth of their child; the happiest moment of her life. Seven and B'Elanna could wait, she wanted only to see her baby born.

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Ten years of marriage had mellowed B'Elanna slightly, she was still furious with her wife, but the walk to their quarters had helped take the edge off her rage. She stalked through the doorway and halted in the middle of the main room. Before she could speak Seven indicated that they should sit. The look on her wife’s face made B'Elanna pause and obey the unspoken instruction.

“B'Elanna, you know how much I love you.” Seven whispered, knowing the Klingon’s hearing would pick up every word she said. Cerulean eyes met sable as they locked. “Your being pregnant is not the only bad news…”

Whipping around from her side-on view to face her wife fully B’Elanna growled. “Wadaya mean? What else can possibly go wrong?”

Seven stared, swallowed hard and blinked once. Steeling herself for the reaction she was sure to get she whispered. “I am pregnant too.”

B'Elanna was out of her seat like someone had lit her ass on fire and across the room before either of them could really process her movement. She stared at her wife before taking a huge breath.

“You’re pregnant too?” She blurted as she tried to breathe out slowly to calm down. The grin on her face spread like wildfire through a forest. “Really?”
The Klingon rage dissolved as she looked at her wife properly. Seven had a radiance about her that had gone unnoticed until that moment. B'Elanna studied her wife closely as she walked back towards her. She looked even more beautiful than ever.

B'Elanna melted.

She couldn’t stay angry at Seven, not now that she knew she was pregnant. Her Klingon protective instinct kicked in and she leaned over into her, caressing the cool pale cheek and smiled. “You are pregnant? For real?”

Leaning slightly into the touch Seven smiled shyly. “Yes.” Reaching up she pulled B'Elanna gently into her lap. “We need to discuss this situation.”

“Don’t we just!” She laughed at the irony. “I don’t really care about the how, I know that, you did the same as when we had Beebop didn’t you?” Frowning at the detested nickname for their daughter Seven nodded in agreement. “Why though? That’s what I don’t get. We’d discussed it but hadn’t agreed to have another baby.”

“I know B'Elanna. I have searched my memory and can only conclude that I managed to lose control at some point. As I have no conscious recollection of implanting you, or me, I assume it was my subconscious desire to carry your child which made me do it.”