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Location: Sickbay, USS Charon
Timeline: Post sickness…
The trip to sickbay took only minutes, and upon arriving in the bright and sterile medical bay David immediately went through a transformation into Doctor King (despite plodding through sickbay in civvies and slippers). He gently directed Aubrey to a biobed and helped her onto it before going to retrieve his tricorder from his office.
Closing her eyes against the bright lights once she was upon the biobed, Audrey was tempted to start falling asleep there, but she kept herself by listening to the sounds around her. She lightly tapped her foot against her other to keep herself awake while she waited for David to return.
Nodding at his night shift doctor as he returned from his office, he silently pulled the device open to activate it and began running it along her abdomen, "Are you still feeling nauseous? Dizzy?"
"Not as bad as before." She still felt some of it, but not as bad as it had been before.
So far she was registering as clean. There were no viruses in her system, or any kind of parasite. Her blood pressure was elevated, but that was to be expected. She was slightly on the angry side, after all. As the tricorder relayed the scans and consulted the ship's computer for a possible diagnosis he looked up at her and asked, "Any other symptoms lately?"
"Not much besides my stomach aching." She revealed that her stomach had been feeling off for awhile now. But it wasn't just her stomach; it was her whole lower body.
As she finished her statement he felt his stomach drop. The results had come in from the computer analysis, and for several moments he stood there in silence, staring at the tricorder display.
After he was silent for awhile, she opened her eyes to the bright lights again. "Now, have I fancied you enough? Can we please go back to bed?" She asked, not knowing what he did.
"Um, Aubrey," he started, moving himself to lean on the next biobed over. He could feel his chest tightening as he did so. "You…you've been taking medication, correct?"
"Yes." She told him, with a nod. He knew that she was on birth control. But there had been a short time when they had been traveling that she had forgotten to take it. Or course she didn't remember that at first. Sitting up, she hung her legs over the biobed. "When we were on the Quantum Fury..." She said, realizing what was wrong.... well not wrong, but why she was feeling sick to her stomach.
She started to count the days from her last cycle, she was definitely late.
Uncertain how to say what had to be said with any sort of softness, David just sighed and set the tricorder on the empty bed beside him as he looked up at her. This was his doing as well, and it felt odd to try and be formal with her so he simply asked, "I take it you've done the math?"
"Six weeks?" Aubrey asked, feeling stupid for not seeing the signs herself.
"Give or take a few days," David nodded, doing his best to take long deep breaths. "It's still too early to determine its sex, but it does look healthy."
"David..." She sounded worried. "Are you sure it's healthy?" a little panic in her voice. "I've had drinks twice since... I didn't know I was pregnant." She finally said it out loud.
He nodded and picked up the tricorder again to look at its display before passing it to her. The fetus would be too small to really discern any real details, but it was there nonetheless. "Yes, I'm positive. It's healthy."
She took a long time looking over the tricorder. Finally looking up to him, "Oh, David..." She wasn't really sure what to say. This was completely unplanned. And he had to know he was the father. There wouldn't be anyone else.
It would only have taken a moment to confirm paternity with a genetic scan, but David felt no need. He trusted her completely and unconditionally. Pushing off the biobed he took a couple steps to close the distance between them, "Are you okay?"
"This is…just...so unexpected." She said, at a loss of words. "Let's go back to our quarters?" She didn't want to continue this conversation in public.
He nodded silently before offering her his hand to help her down from the bed. Thankfully sickbay had been mostly empty this evening, and there were very few able to watch them, much less listen in on their conversation. But the privacy of their quarters would indeed be a better environment.
Moving with David back to their quarters, one of her hands was in his, the other resting over her still flat stomach. She didn't say anything until she was sitting on their bed in the privacy of their own quarters. "How do you feel about this?"'
He, too, had remained silent as they had walked, mulling over the facts in his head. And in the end there was really only one way to feel about the situation. "I...I love you," he said, standing less than a foot from where sat. "And that...that life has been created in nothing but our love."
Lowering himself down to his knees in front of her he looked up into her eyes, "And I can't think of anything that would make me happier than to father your child."
"You are the father, and nothing can change that. I wouldn't want anyone else to be it." She said, her voice very soft.
Reaching up, David took her hands into his and kissed them gently, holding them tightly, "So we see this through?"
"Yes, we can see this through." Audrey said, giving a nod, a tired look on her face.
He nodded as he kissed her hands again, strange sensations working through his gut. He felt knots and butterflies floating about inside him. "I love you, Aubrey Robberts."
=/-\= To Be Continued =/-\=
Commander David King, M.D.
Chief Medical Officer
USS Charon NCC-80111
Lieutenant Aubrey Robberts
USS Charon NCC-80111