Sandy gives birth

Sandy pulls you close to her. "Listen John, I'm very sorry for all the practical jokes I've pulled on you. I don't know if I'll survive this or not, but I just wanted you to know that I love you."

"What?" You think your ears must be deceiving you. "You love me?"

Sandy howls again in pain. "Why do you think I pulled all those jokes on you? I was trying to get you to notice me. I felt like I was invisible to you."

You squeeze Sandy's hand tight. Tears start to fall from your eyes. "You're not invisible to me any more. You just hang in there! Everything's going to be fine. I realize now that I love you too."

"Even though I look like a fat, pregnant old cow right now?"

"Sandy, you're beautiful. You're not an old cow. You actually look very sexy to me being pregnant."

Sandy giggles at you, and blushes red. "I wish this was your baby. Now I'm about to have a baby who will have to call Dial-A-Plant to find out who its father is when it gets older."

Horace Killgrave interrupts your conversation. "I can see the head! The baby's coming! Somebody boil water!"

You look back at him, and raise an eyebrow. "That's an old wive's tale. No one needs to boil water. That was just to give family members who didn't know what to do, something to do. You watch way too many ancient movies."

Killgrave ignores you. "I guess it's time you should bear down and push," he says to Sandy.

Sandy bears down, and pushes hard as she moans in pain. You watch as the head pops out. It's quite human looking. "Breathe Sandy," you say as you squeeze her hand. "The head is out. Get ready to push again once you've caught your breath." You realize now just how incredible, and profound watching a baby being born is. She gives one more big push, and the baby pops out completely.

"It's a girl!" Killgrave announces. "Did you get all of that Pete?"

"Sure did!" Pete answers. "We better do a scan on the baby to make sure it's healthy, and to figure out its genetic makeup."

Killgrave brings the baby to Sandy, who takes it into her arms like she's always been a mother. The baby quickly latches on to her lactating right breast, and begins to feed. "Look at her John, she's so beautiful!"

You can't help but share Sandy's excitement. "She's as beautiful as her mom. So what are you going to name her?"

"I don't know," answers Sandy.

You crack a smile. "Well, how about Alessandra Junior?"

Sandy laughs, and takes a playful swat at you. "You know how I feel about using my whole name. I feel like it's a curse. Do you really want our daughter to be cursed?"

'Our daughter,' you think to yourself. You find yourself kind of liking the idea. "Well then, how about Alessa? She'll still be named after you, in an offhand way."

Meanwhile Pete concludes his scan of the baby. "This is some fascinating data!" he exclaims. "She's totally human, but her blood cells are green, like a Vulcan."

"Is it safe for her to be beamed up to the ship?" you ask him.

"I don't see why not. It would be the same as beaming up Mr Spock."

You flip open your communicator. "Doe, to Enterprise. Beam us up!"

(Disclaimer: No plants, babies, crew members wearing red shirts, or pregnant women were harmed during the writing of this chapter. Any similarities to any other events, either real or fictional, is strictly coincidental. Does anyone really know where Jalapeno Gummy Bears come from?)