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WARNING : PROFANITY USED FREQUENTLY IN THIS CHAPTER

Naomi Wildman smiled as she walked through the corridors of Voyager to her quarters; Seven and her mom trusted her to look after the two year old. The child was chattering away nineteen to the dozen as they walked when something she said caught Naomi’s attention.

“What did you say Beebop?” She asked, gently pulling on the child’s hand to make her stop.

Frowning at being pulled, Bethany looked up at Naomi and raised her left eyebrow in imitation of her mommy. “No-mee?

“What did you say there just now? What about a baby?”

Nodding and giggling like the little girl she was, she replied. “Mama got a baby.”

Restarting their journey to the Wildman quarters Naomi thought about who Bethany referred to as ‘mama’ – she always got them muddled. As she entered the code to her quarters and stepped inside it dawned on her who Bethany meant. “B'Elanna’s pregnant?”

Bethany nodded as she made a dash for Naomi’s toy targ. The bright pink monstrosity was threadbare and desperately needing repaired around the ears, but he was well loved by both girls. Hugging it close to her little chest Bethany grinned at her friend. “Yep. Mama got a baby.”

“Great Spikes! No wonder my mom wanted you outa the way. They didn’t plan this one.” Naomi grinned at her own mother’s foresight. The inevitable row between the ex-Borg and Klingon hybrid was sure to be explosive. If they had been seriously planning for a baby, Samantha Wildman would have known about it as she was the ‘midwife’ for Voyagerand by default Naomi would have known too. “Beebop? How do you know?”

“Mama got baby. Beebop know.” She grinned. “Beebop talk to baby when she’s sleeping.”

“Who’s sleeping? You or the baby?”

Frowning, in perfect imitation of her mama, Bethany crossed her arms over her little chest and repeated. “Beebop talk to baby when she’s sleeping.”

“You can hear the baby? You can talk to it?” Naomi was dumbfounded. She’d heard of other species who were telepathic, but she didn’t for one minute think it was a human or Klingon trait.

Ro Laren roasted the hearing of her wife by once again roaring at the top of her lungs. “This is your entire fucking fault! I am never having another child! You wanna be maternal Janeway then you carry your own fucking kids in future! This is the last goddamn fucking time I’m going through this fucking shit!” As another contraction racked her body she ended her tirade at her wife and tried desperately to breathe her way through it.

She felt like she had been in labour for days, but it had only been a couple of hours. She was pale and sweaty and in huge amounts of pain as the contractions brought the birth of her baby closer. She’d refused drugs as she and Kathryn had agreed a natural childbirth would be best for baby. Now she was regretting that decision.

Kathryn held on firmly to the grasping hand and coaxed her through the contraction. Her hands were sore from being crushed by Ro’s larger ones and her ears were ringing from the profanities hurled in her direction. She didn’t care about either. Her baby was almost here. They were going to be mommies. She was so excited she was almost dancing on the spot. Smiling at Ro she gently brushed the brunette’s sweaty hair from her brow.

“Hang in there babe. It won’t be much longer.” Watching as an exhausted Ro just nodded, she couldn’t resist saying. “For the record though – my parents were actually married years before I was born.”

Ro hung her head in shame recalling the rude names she’d called her wife and the abuse she’d hurled at her. She didn’t cope with pain very well without the benfit of adrenaline rushing through her system. She grinned at her wife and pouted an apology. “I’m sorry love. It just hurts so damned much!”

“No-mee, mama’s baby is girl like me and you not it.”
“But, how do you know?” Naomi was frustrated with the little two year-old. Although she was really clever, her speech wasn’t as well developed as her ability to work things out. She was better at demonstrating things than talking about them.

“Girl told me, we talk, she say she girl like me. No boy like Itchy.”

Grinning at the nickname for Icheb she tried to understand. “You know your mama is having a baby?” Bethany nodded. “It’s a little girl, like you and me?” Again the nod. “You can hear her when she talks to you?”

“She hear me too.” Bethany said proudly. She was lying flat on her back on Naomi’s bed cuddling the targ. “We talk when mama nap-time.”

Naomi rubbed her spikes and pondered the probability of her little friend being telepathic or at least empathic. She knew that Klingons could sense their mates when they entered a room and that Klingon children knew at birth to remain silent, but she didn’t know how to explain Beebop’s apparent telepathy with the unborn children. She’d have to do some research to verify this apparent conundrum. Perhaps it was something to do with Seven’s nanoprobes being in the little one too. She wandered over to her mom’s computer console and entered her search parameters. Thinking to herself that maybe it was just Beebop playing a game. Sure, Kids had the imagination to dream something like this up, but Bethany wasn’t old enough to………. At least Naomi didn’t think so. She’d best tell her own mom when she returned from duty.

Ro Laren gave one final push and collapsed back into her wife’s arms. Sam gently wiped the child’s face and cleaned the baby up before presenting her to the exhausted woman.

“She’s beautiful ladies. Absolutely beautiful.” Sam had tears in her eyes as she handed over the precious bundle.

Ro smiled proudly up at her wife as tears poured from her eyes. “We did it Kath. We have a daughter.”

Swiping the tears from her face she gently caressed the child’s mop of auburn hair. “Hello, little one.”

“Welcome Niamh Ro Janeway.” Ro smiled as she kissed her daughter’s forehead. “Spirits bless you little one and keep you safe.”
Kathryn leaned forward and kissed the child too; unable to keep her tears in check she wiped them from Niamh’s crown as they spilled onto her. Never before had she felt an instant overwhelming rush of love towards another human; but staring at her daughter she knew instantly that death would become her before she allowed any harm come to her baby.