Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. I'm just borrowing them for a little while. No copyright infringement is intended.
This one's my first fanfiction. Something I've had in my mind for a while.
Laura wanted to see her Bill and share her little secret with him. She hadn't actually seen him for quite a long time. Instead of her Bill she was only able to see William Adama, the Admiral of the Fleet. She needed Bill, her friend. And so she headed to his quarters, without warning him, hoping to find the man she needed to talk to.
She walked down Galactica's corridors, completely desert at that time of the day. Everyone was at their rooms or working in their night shifts. She easily got to his quarters. Standing in front of the hatch, she breathed heavily, trying to reorganize her thoughts. 'What am I doing here? Stupid. Stupid Laura. Why did I have to wait until this hour? He's provably sleeping. He won't be in the mood to talk with me now... Frak! Breathe... Why don't I have the frakking nuts to enter and finish with this?' If she didn't enter at that moment she wouldn't be able to gather the strength to do it in a long while. And the truth is she didn't have that much time if she wanted the whole situation to work out. Oh, and she wanted it to work!
She was surprised when she found the hatch already unlocked. With a little push it opened. She entered the room and closed after her, locking it. With a quick glance around the room she located Bill. He was sitting behind his desk looking at some files. He didn't notice her. Laura smiled at the sight before her eyes: he was working hard regardless of the late hour, going through files, with his glasses at the end of his nose, letting little grunts flow from his mouth. It would probably mean getting Bill would be even harder than she had expected at first.
A hum escaped her lips. He could have recognized it anywhere, just like the sweet fragrance that emanated from her. It was filling his nostrils, intoxicating him. He quickly cast away his paperwork and looked up from his desk, hoping to find his Laura. Not Laura Roslin, President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, but his Laura.
Things had been difficult between them during the last weeks. Both of them had lots of work to do. The disappearance of Kara, the comeback of Baltar and the preparations for his trial had only made their work harder. The two of them hadn't been able to be themselves with each other for more than a month.
When he looked at her he found Laura's most radiant smile shining in her lips. He quickly answered with one of his genuine smiles he only reserved for her. It was late. She looked tired. And gorgeous. Bill got up from his desk and gestured towards the couch. Without saying a word she did as she was asked, noticing how his eyes were never leaving her.
They sat side by side in the couch. Laura felt all her strength leaving her. She was unable to open her mouth. His concerned eyes were able to tell something was off with her. He guessed she was there to talk with him. What else could she want at that time of the day? Something was bothering her. She was his Laura.
"Laura, are you alright?" He looked at her in the eye, trying to analyse her.
"Yes." She answered with a little smile creeping in her lips.
"Are you sure everything's fine?" He was concerned about her. Laura didn't answer; she just hummed and nodded her head. 'Liar' he thought. She was hiding something. It was obvious. She hadn't been herself lately. The last time she had been herself around him had been over a month ago. They had spent all night together, alone in his quarters, remembering New Caprica and their joyous first night together... "Laura, it's late... How are you going to get back to Colonial One?"
"I'm not. Not tonight." Laura's voice didn't shake, but she was completely nervous inside. She felt like a teenager. And she hated it. She hated not being able to control her emotions.
"So..." Bill's voice was playful.
"One of your beds?" She quickly suggested, cutting him off. "If the offer is still on, that is." A small smile warmed her words.
"You know you're always welcome here. May I know to what I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
"Oh, nothing serious. Just wanted to talk."
Bill didn't believe her. He knew there was more. She had been visiting sickbay quite often lately. Her aide never left her side, more stuck to her than ever. He easily noticed how her energy had been fading. He feared the worst. A couple of days before he even tried to talk to Cottle, but all he could get from him was 'doctor-patient confidentiality'.
He recalled how full of life she had been on their last encounter... Too full of life for him to be able to keep her pace, actually. So different from the Laura seated next to him now... This one looked exhausted and was hiding something.
"Laura, are you alright?" He repeated. "You haven't quite been yourself lately, you've been visiting sickbay... Is everything alright?" His voice was broken.
She couldn't let him worry for her that way. He was fearing the worst and she simply couldn't allow it. Not even for one more minute. She had to talk to him, share her secret, even if she didn't have the strength to do so. He deserved to know the truth.
"We need to talk Bill, there's something I need to tell you." She met his eyes. "Don't worry. I just need to tell you, it's important." She put her finger in his lips, preventing him from speaking. "Just let me talk and do not interrupt me, okay?" He nodded, somewhat relieved, his curiosity eating himself inside out. "First of all, it's not a joke. I would never joke about something like this. And I wouldn't come to you if I wasn't sure or if I didn't have it confirmed..." She left out a sigh and dropped her finger from his lips. "Remember the last time we were here alone?" He nodded, how could he not remember it? "Well... A couple of weeks after I had a check-up with Cottle and he found something... hum... interesting?... in my blood sample. He wasn't sure what it was, so we just repeated it again the following week, then the other, and then nearly daily check-ups. He had a theory, a diagnosis... But he wanted to confirm it before sharing it with me... Although I also had my suspicions..."
Bill wasn't sure where all her talk was lead to. Yes, he could remember her constantly coming and going to sickbay, being irritated, being concentrated and lost in her thoughts. He wanted to know what was happening to her, he was concerned, and she seemed to be stuck in her talk. "Laura... What did he tell you?"
"He wanted to be sure everything was alright... And it is, don't worry" Laura smiled and took his hands in hers. "Bill... It looks like the cure for my cancer also... rejuvenated... my body. Just don't freak out... Please." She took a deep breath and squeezed his hands. "I am pregnant, Bill. Only eight weeks, but both of us are healthy."
Bill found himself lost in her green eyes. What had she just said? 'Frak, Bill, she's said "pregnant". Eight weeks... She said eight weeks, two months, and two months ago the two of you... This means you are going to... have a baby? Have a child? Better don't upset the lady. It's going to take a while to get used to the idea... but it's not that bad. Not bad at all.' She was looking at him, her eyes glowing. Was she happy about it? Bill could say so judging by the way her lips curled and her hands hold his. He couldn't disappoint her. He squeezed her hands and gifted her with one of his most charming smiles. "Pregnant? This means I'm going to have a baby?"
She let out a sigh she didn't know she had been keeping. His choice of words made her giggle. She always had giggle fits at the most strange situations. "Actually, I am. And... by the way, have I told you who is the father?" She teased him.
"Well... You. Me. Ambrosia. A long talk about New Caprica. My bed... A long night. A lady with way too much energy... All of it two months ago."
"You got me, Admiral." She gave him a huge smile that rested only a few seconds in her lips before she got serious. "Cottle says we're both healthy, that things are alright, but considering my age... Things can get complicated. I'm going to need someone to take care of me and lots of rest, Bill. I'm going to be moody and difficult. My body's going to change..."
"Laura..." Bill held her hands tightly and looked into her eyes. "I want to be there for you, for both of you. I want to be part of this."
Laura smiled at him. "Bill..." Her voice husky and filled with sweetness. "I want you to be there. It's just I don't want to force you into this. I don't want to make you do something you don't want to. I want you to be aware of what to expect..."
"Everything's going to be alright, Laura." He cupped her face between his hands and rested a sweet kiss in her forehead. "We are going to find a way to make this work out..." He then jointed their foreheads and looked at her. She had her eyes closed. A lone tear was sliding through her cheek to her lips, curled in a gentle smile. She looked peaceful and happy. They would find a way to make all of this work out.