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It was hard to believe that she'd only known about the pregnancy for a few hours. Already it felt as if her whole life had changed, and already it felt like she'd been waiting eons to tell John the news. She was trying her best not to speculate on what his reaction would be. Burying herself in work provided a measure of temporary distraction, but her mind kept drifting to her unborn child. Eventually she gave up and called up the computer's database on prenatal care, wanting to at least familiarize herself with what she should expect and how she could ensure the child's health. Then she reviewed the regulations regarding pregnant crewmembers; she could continue to perform her duties for the duration of the mission, though her involvement in away missions would drastically decrease. When she really thought about it, the timing could actually have been a lot worse. She'd be on Earth well before she had to deliver.

Towards the end of his shift Nyota sent John a PADD message asking him to come to her quarters when he was free. She took care not to say anything out of the ordinary, because even though part of her wanted to warn him that this wasn't just another evening, she didn't want to worry him with comments like, "We need to talk." Then she made a mug of tea and tried once more to come to terms with what was happening, joy and nerves still warring for control. She was nervous about not being ready, about John's reaction, about how this would affect her career and their relationship, but in spite of everything this was still a dream come true.

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Hearing her say she thought he'd make a good father meant more to him than he could express in fact a lot about this unexpected situation was exciting. He hadn't said it yet, but he was happy. Some men would be terrified by the news. Some men would be unsure of how to respond but John, despite the expression on his face that said very little, he was actually ecstatic. Scared, nervous and anxious, but unbelievably happy.

"Eli won't agree," he tease and then looked serious. "We've got to keep the kid away from him. I don't want to think about what he'll teach them." John lauhed lightly, even if he was a bit serious. As for plans, he shrugged, "priorities change as life happens. We'll make life work. Once we're married and you two remain healthy… I don't care where we are."

She laughed softly when he brought up his brother. The false animosity didn't fool her for a second; she knew how much they loved each other and how much John would rely on Eli through all this. "Are you going to accuse me of taking his side if I say he'll make a good uncle? Besides, Chrissy will help keep him in line."

John was right that priorities changed. Nyota had wanted to spend more time in space before she settled down with a family, but there was nothing more important right now than John and her unborn child. Her career still mattered to her, but there was a lot she could do on Earth if they decided to stay there. She had no doubt that the Academy would have her as a xenolinguistics instructor, and there was always research and diplomacy happening on Earth. "I'm happy as long as I have you and our baby," she agreed, and then added softly, "An exploratory mission into uncharted space is no place for an infant, but we have time to think about all that."

"Chrissy has plenty of bad behaviors to teach a kid. The two of then will be worse," he replied flatly. The rest of what she said he took to heart and simply nodded. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to be a father. He never knew anything about his own parents and now he was going to be able to raise a child that would know him and understand what family was. It was a blessing that he had always hoped for.

He furrowed his brow after falling silent and then shifted so that he could stand. Taking Nyota's hands in his he pulled her to her feet. "I did this all wrong," he admitted quietly. Pulling her out to the middle of the room, John dropped to one knee in front of her, holding her hands. "I don't have a ring and I'm sorry for that. I don't have something prepared. I had planned on singing for you but I can't say I have anything ready either. You are going to have to forgive me if this doesn't come out right.."

John cleared his throat, eyes fixated on her face and in the best form of Swahili he knew, he started all over; "I love you, Nyota. I spent my life in a constant state of change. I have no family, no history. I don't know where I came from and when I met you, I didn't know where I was going. When I met you, I knew I had met my best friend. Don't tell Eli. He was quickly being replaced. It wasn't until I had to fight for you that I knew my life would never have stability unless I could call you mine," John cleared his throat, emotion making his voice raw, "I don't show affection well. I didn't learn it. Instead I taught myself how to close it off and deal, but you didn't care. You saw beyond all that quiet in me and loved me anyway. So now I want to pour it all out. This may be the only time I do it, but it doesn't mean it isn't true... I love you, Nyota Uhura. I love your laugh, your voice, that look you get when you are concentrating really hard to learn something new on the piano. I love the expression you give me when you know that I'm not saying everything but you aren't asking me to, because you know how hard it is. I love every time you speak a different language. I love when you mimic my accent. I love... I love it all. Please do me the greatest honor by giving me a permanent family, a steady home and a reason to be myself by becoming Mrs. Kyle."

After spending the day in turmoil, everything finally felt okay again. No matter what challenges lay ahead of them, his loving, accepting embrace made her certain that everything would work out. When he pulled away and stood up she looked at him curiously, but let him tug her to her feet and into the center of the room. Her eyes widened and her heart did a funny little flip when he dropped to one knee and started to speak. She almost interrupted to tell him that she didn't need a ring, didn't even need a song as long as she got to be with him, but she quickly realized he had something to say and resolved to just listen.

He spoke to her in the language of her heart, every precious word making something flutter happily in her chest. She hated how much pain he'd experienced in his childhood but was so very grateful that he'd been able to share it with her. When I met you, I knew I had met my best friend. Happy tears flooded her eyes, because that was why they belonged together, why she knew they could make it through anything. Because they were best friends, had always been best friends. She'd been comfortable with him since that first night on the observation deck, and no one else had ever put her at ease the way he did. She'd never trusted or enjoyed anyone more. When he spoke of having to fight for her, her heart clenched at the memories of rejecting him. She'd been ready to give up on them before she'd even realized what they could have together, but he'd figured it out. He hadn't given up on her.

A few of the tears slid down her cheeks as he told her all the things he loved about her. She was used to interpreting his subtle looks, to reading in to his actions, to seeing love in his smile and feeling it in his touch. But even though she knew some things went beyond words, hearing it like this, in the language he'd learned for her, was overwhelmingly perfect. She knew this didn't come easily to him, but as always he would do anything for her. For a long moment, she was struck absolutely speechless.

"Yes," she finally breathed out in a quiet Swahili. "With all my heart yes." A brilliant smile was tugging at the corner of her lips, and she didn't hold it back. "Thank you my dear John, my light, my music. Nothing would make me happier than being your wife and spending the rest of my life with you." She tugged on his hands, wanting him standing so she could press her lips to his.

John wasn't a crier, so there really was no surprise in the fact that his eyes were dry as she cried. That, however, was not how he showed emotion and the fact that he at all was able to get through that confession and proposal was a miracle. For once - and that may be the only time - he was able to let raw feelings guide him through the words that she deserved to know. It wasn't just because she was pregnant. It was because he loved her. It was because that is what he wanted for them. He wanted to be with her for the rest of his life, anywhere, any time in any way. Having her as his wife was all he could ever ask for.

He got to his feet and pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing her passionately, his lips crushing hers. John brought his hands to her cheeks, wiping away her tears even as he kissed her, ignoring the flush of embarrasment at his emotional confessions. He knew it was right. To hear her agree. To hear her love him in return. It was all that ever matter. It was all he would ever ask her for. "I love you," he murmured in standard again.

Nyota didn't cry often, but right now she too overwhelmed by emotion to keep herself in check. Besides, John was the one person she actually let herself cry around. He told her all the time in a million small ways how much he loved and cared for her, but the confession and proposal he'd just gifted her with would be locked carefully in her mind forever. Every word, every lilt and fall of his voice, the exact tone with which he spoke. She would remember all of it as long as she lived.

When he pulled her into his arms again she kissed him back just as passionately, almost as if she was trying to taste the words of love on his lips. "I love you too," she whispered breathlessly. "More than I thought possible. I want to marry you so badly. I love everything about you, John. Thank you... thank you for never giving up on me." Maybe it's a strange time to be thanking him for that, but it's almost physically painful when she thought about the fact that she could have lost him. "Thank you for being my best friend and the love of my life and the father of my child." She kissed him again, winding a hand in his hair.

He said nothing. He let her unwind herself, the emotions and stress falling to him. He'd hold that for her, take it away and give her back nothing but joy. Ecstatic hardly covered it. He was too excited to contain himself and in a flip decision, John lifted her onto his hips so he could have her closer to him. It almost wasn't enough.

With a smirk on his lips he kissed her, pulling back just enough to look at her with a playfulness glinting in his eyes. "I get to be a father," he said, his voice completely level, but inside that was the cheer of a very happy man. Nothing could come together more perfectly. Perhaps it was a tad out of order, but had nothing to fear, nothing to hide. He loved her. A child came from it. What about that could possibly be wrong?

A happy, breathless laugh fell from her lips when he lifted her up, her limbs instinctively winding around him as she kissed him again. She loved how much time they spent physically close together, how right it felt just to touch and be near him. She could easily recognize the happiness in his eyes in spite of the levelness of his voice. It made her smile brilliantly and her eyes light up with shared excitement. Stress and concern would have been perfectly normal reactions for him to have, but instead he was doing what he did best. He was being her rock and her support. The only emotions she could recognize from him right now were happiness and love. "And I get to be a mother. You're going to be such an amazing father," she murmured, kissing the tip of his nose and then nuzzling against him. "We can find out the baby's gender in about a month. Do you want to know before it's born?"

Standing in the middle of the room with the woman's leg wound around him was probably his favorite place to be. That was possibly single track minded, but he hardly cared. Nothing was so perfect as having her wound around him. She nuzzled against him and John decided that was enough of a cue to carry her off to her bed. Her question did stop him momentarily before he continued. He set her down on the edge of the bed and knelt between her legs. Looking up at her, John shrugged while simultaneously sliding his hands up underneath her shirt. "Yes..." he shrugged, "well, no... I don't care what the bloody hell it is, to be honest. I get to be a father." He leaned forward just as that last bit left him, lifting her shirt just enough so he could smile and kiss her stomach.

Nyota agreed wholeheartedly that there was nothing better than being wound around each other. Laughing happily and keeping her eyes fixed on his face as he carried her to bed, she couldn't resist shivering slightly as he slid a hand under her shirt. His touch affected her just as strongly now as it had in the beginning. If anything the way she burned for him was deeper and more all-consuming now that they knew each other so much better. "You get to be a father," she agreed happily, smiling and sighing happily as he kissed her stomach. There was no physical evidence of the life growing inside her, but she imagined the way her stomach would grow as time passed. "I want to know. I want to be able to talk about my son or my daughter. I want to think about what we'll call the baby... It still can barely believe it's real," she added, glancing down at her stomach and running her fingers through his hair.

He tugged her closer to the edge of the bed so he could hold her closer. He shifted, pressing his face to her neck this time as she spoke. He didn't care what it was. He didn't care that it wasn't planned. All he knew was that he was going to have the chance to make up for the life he had to live. He could raise a child and show them all they needed to know because he was their father and he would be there. Nothing would tear him away from that truth.

John kissed her neck, hands sliding under her shirt and smoothing over her skin. With a contented sigh, he kissed across her neck to her jaw, trailing over her skin to her lips. It was then that he took the opportunity to lay his fiance onto her back, hovering over her while he moved one hand to hitch her leg over his hip. He smiled and pulled back only enough to look down at her. "Then we'll find out when we can," he agreed.

When he pulled her closer and kissed her neck she tilted her head to give him better access, one hand sliding down his chest to toy with the hem of his shirt. Maybe the timing was off, but she didn't see how being pregnant with his child was anything but wonderful. They were committed to the child and to each other. They were a family. Nyota had grown up in a caring family, but she'd always wanted to have a husband and children of her own. Now John would have her and the child, and by extension he would have all her relatives as well. Perhaps that would be a little overwhelming, but she had more important things to think about right now, like the fact that John was now her fiance and the father of her unborn child. Like the fact that he was kissing along her jaw to her lips. Kissing him tenderly but deeply, she smiled against his lips as he lay her down on her back and guided her leg around him. "Thank you," she breathed out when he agreed. "Thank you, my darling fiance."

He looked confused at first, tilting his head to the side at her gratitude. "For what?" he asked finally. He couldn't imagine what he deserved a thank you for. He'd done what he had to as a responsible part - though he hardly saw it as a burden. He was doing what he knew was right. It was easier since it was something he wanted instead of something out of his reach or out of his understanding. John was happy and he very rarely felt unadulterated joy.

She laughed softly at the question, looking up at him with eyes full of love and affection. "For being mine," she replied simply, tugging him down so she could kiss him again. She briefly recalled Liz telling her that John would be whatever she need him to be, and that's exactly what he was. That's what he always was. He certainly had his flaws, but for her he was perfect in every way.

He quirked a short lived smile before he was dragged back down to meet her lips with his. He had no problem with that response. He wasn't sure that it was a good reason to thank him, especially because somewhere in the back of his head, he knew it was him that knocked her up. He probably shouldn't have put it that way, even in his own head. He certainly didn't mean it as a negative. Giving up on his own thoughts, John shifted, sliding her further up the bed so he could get comfortable between her legs. The kissing didn't stop and right now he was just happy to be close to her.

She didn't think of the pregnancy as something to blame on anyone, and in any case there was really no one to blame. They'd taken perfectly reasonable precautions against unplanned children. But now this was happening, and knowing that he was on board meant that for the moment she could just be happy, not that it was possible to be anything else when she was in bed with John. Coaxing his tongue into her mouth and trapping it between her teeth to tease it with her own, she slid her hand under his shirt and gently caressed him with the leg she had wrapped around his hip. It floored her a little that she was in bed with her fiance, making her feel almost giddy as she kissed him breathless.

He knew how giddy she could get. He was perfectly happy with having a giddy and pregnant fiance. In fact, he couldn't really think of a happier way to end up in bed. That's why when she deepened the kiss he followed along. Ever the affectionate lover, Nyota brought out the worst and best in him. Or maybe it was just the horny male in him. Whatever it was, he'd never felt this way before with someone. Eli was the player. John was the calm and collected one. Sure, he was charming - who would argue? - but the lover? No, he was too subdued to warrant that name.

With a smile, he pressed close to her, sliding his hand up her hip and under her shirt, his hand caressing skin. His hips moved gently against her, hoping to draw out a moan or whimper from her.

Eli may be more inclined to chase women - though not anymore, of course - but John's quiet charm appealed to her. She liked that he'd never made her feel pressured, that they'd grown close first as friends. It meant she could be comfortable around him without feeling the need to be defensive. With everyone else, Nyota always tried to maintain control over her feelings, but with John it was okay to let go. With John it was okay to be emotional, so right now she didn't try to be anything but giddy and happy that they were engaged and pregnant and tangled up with one another.

Arching into his touch as his hand slid under her clothing, she moaned softly, moving her hand back down to the hem of his shirt to tug up in silent request. She needed all of his skin against hers, needed to melt into him until there was no line remaining between them.

He took the clue and leaned back just enough so he could pull his shirt off over his head. He didn't immediately go back to kissing her, but instead made quick work of her shirt as well. His hands moved over her skin, admiring it inch by inch. John pressed his torso to hers, his lips eventually making their way to his fiance's neck where he nipped gently. Hips rocking against her, he was finding himself accelerating along that same path that got them into this whole pregnancy mess anyway. He smiled against her mouth as he pressed a kiss there, pulling back just after. Slipping his hands behind her, he unclasped her bra to remove it. Once gone, instead of hands returning to their place, his mouth got creative instead.

She grinned when he pulled his shirt off, shifting to make it easier for him to get hers off as well. His hands on her skin elicited soft sighs of pleasure. As always his touch made her feel worshiped, cherished, loved. They still had so much to talk about, but she didn't think she could be blamed for simply melting into his touch after he'd proposed to her like that. The words still echoed in her mind, intensifying her need for him. She shuddered slightly as he kissed her neck, breath hitching when his mouth found her breasts. Her body arched into his touch, her mind full of the fact that he wasn't just her boyfriend anymore. He was her fiance. And most importantly of all, he was hers. As her hands wandered over whatever skin they could reach, she murmured, "Mgodi." Mine.

John continued his journey over her skin until he moved downwards enough to get at her pants. He made quick work of those like he had her shirt, pulling back and moving momentarily so he could get her out of them. Hitching his hands in her panties, he tugged those down, too. First, John met her lips again with his, but with a grin, he wrapped his arms around her naked body and rolled them both over so she was now hovering over him. In this position, his hands wandered more freely, including between her legs briefly.

The sounds she'd been making was more than enough to have him going. John took a second to undo his fly, though they quickly returned to pleasuring her in any way he could.

Nyota lifted her hips to help him get her pants and panties off, smirking up at him once she was fully unclothed. The change in position prompted a soft, pleased laugh, and she kissed him again hard as her own hands started to wander. His touch ensured that she continued to gasp and moan softly, especially when his hands wandered between her legs. But she had other plans for the time being, and they involved getting the rest of his clothes off. Shifting downwards, she kissed her way along his neck and then lavished attention on his chest, lightly tugging on a nipple with her teeth and then laving it with her tongue. Her hands started easing down his pants.

John had to swallow hard to keep from giving a very emasculating whine. He held back and shut his eyes, hands fisting in anticipation. He looked down at her, watching her mouth move over his chest and grinning as he hands made way to his pants. John shifted his hips, helping her tug them off. He took a deep breath and sifted his fingers through her long hair for a moment.

The way his eyes slid shut and his hands fisted in the sheets made her redouble her efforts to drive him crazy with need for her. She managed to divest him of his pants, getting his briefs off at the same time, and though she considered for a moment continuing to move her mouth lower, right now it felt important for them to be joined completely. Kissing her way back up again, she moved her hand between his legs to give him a long, slow stroke.

John's mouth did drop open when her hand took to him, a slow and teasing stroke. He opened his eyes and now with her situated again, he slid his hands over her hips. His finger sought the heat between her legs, pressing into her and thrusting in slow, deep strokes as much as he could from this angle. He watched her face, looking for reactions while he simultaneously rocked his hips into her hand.

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