Annabeth relaxed on the couch in her quarters. This was her favorite part of the day. The uniform came off, the sweats came on, and the entire replicator menu was at her disposal.
"Computer," she said balancing a bowl of chocolate brownie ice cream on her belly, "Did you record the new episode of 'Vulcan's Next Top Fashionista' last night?"
"Then hit play! Mama wants to see some fancy, logical clothes," she said taking a big spoonful of ice cream. She felt a kick from inside of her. "Oh, no you don't, mein kleiner Bandwurm," Annabeth said staring at her stomach. "You don't get to control the remote until you get your own place in eighteen years. Also, this is MY ice cream. You have to wait a couple of minutes for it to get to you."
The doors parted and an exhausted, soot covered Alex stumbled in.
"Hey, Baby," Annabeth said taking another bite of brownie. "So, where did they end up dragging you off to?" Then, she sniffed the air. "And why do you smell like smoke?"
"Long story, Beth," Alex said collapsing on the couch next to her wife. "Vulcan's Next Top Fashionista?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," Annabeth replied. "Just started."
"I missed the last episode. Did T'prau get kicked off?"
"No, she barely made it, but her cocktail dress was atrocious," Annabeth said. "If she doesn't step it up this week with her swimsuit, she's gone."
Alex leaned over, placed her head, on Annabeth's shoulder, and stared at the holoscreen.
"That kind of day?" Annabeth asked nervously. "I know Qo'nos can be a little rough. The gruesome twosome of Dan and Torlek probably didn't help."
"Actually they were amazing," Alex said softly as she stole the spoon from Annabeth and took a bite of ice cream.
"Really, stealing from a pregnant woman?"
"I always think better with a little ice cream," Alex said still sounding a bit far off."
"Computer pause playback," Annabeth said before slowly turning to look her wife in the face.
"Ok Babe, you're making me nervous. What happened down there?"
"Yesterday," Alex said slowly gathering her thoughts, "I was convinced that Klingon culture was exactly the opposite of what I wanted for our son."
"And now?" Annabeth asked nervously.
"I'm not so sure about it anymore. You said you've been reading a lot about Klingons lately?"
"Yeah," Annabeth replied.
"Tell me what's you've learned, and then I'll tell you what I've learned," Alex said leaning in closer to her wife and resting her right hand on Annabeth's stomach. Annabeth noticed that there was a small cut on it.
"Well," Annabeth searched for words to begin, "According to the book I was reading, the two words that best describe Klingons are honor and family. A Klingon will sacrifice anything to protect them both…"