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Worf | TNG | Complications

There was a reason why Worf was so reluctant to enter a relationship with a human female, and you believed that this was the reason why.

"Complications?" You echoed. "What do you mean 'complications'?"

Beverly frowned, "It can happen between certain species. Klingon births are known to be especially complicated when the mother is human. Many things can go wrong. Often the mothers are too exhausted by the problematic delivery and have been known to die from it. Or the baby is..."

You clenched your jaw, holding back tears. "Say it."

"Some babies don't survive the birth. It could be a combination of the mother's exhaustion and the combined DNA. In some cases, both the human mother and baby have died." Beverly stated.

You looked away, wiping a tear that had escapes down your cheek. "So we could die? Either of us? Or both?"

Beverly nodded, squeezing your hand gently. "I'm sorry, but you had to know. Most half-human, half-Klingon pregnancies are with a Klingon for a mother. Their bodies can handle the process better."

You looked at Worf when he spoke, "Is there a solution? Termination, perhaps?"

"How can you say that?" You moved away from him, tears in your eyes as you stared at him.

"Did you hear a word of what Dr. Crusher said? You could die during birth." Worf said.

"And there is a chance that the baby could survive." You looked at Beverly, "I know that you would do everything you could to make sure of it."

She nodded.

Worf shook his head, and you glared at him. "What?"

"It's foolish."

"Foolish to want a child with the person I love? When he can be so cold-hearted with the drop of a hat like you can, then maybe it is. But I'm not changing my mind." You got off the bed and stood up, thanking Beverly, who explained that she would give you some information to read over.

You walked ahead of Worf, and everyone noticed the tension on the bridge. You made it through your shift, and during lunch, you sat in the mess hall while you read over the information Beverly had sent to your PADD.

Deanna joined your table and sent you a smile. "How did your checkup go?'

"It was okay." You shrugged, stabbing your food with your fork.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked.

"It's Worf." You explained what happened in the sickbay, and she nodded in understanding.

"I sensed something from him on the bridge. It was an odd feeling, one he had not shown before." She said.

"What was it?" You frowned at the thought of something being wrong with Worf.

"Fear," Deanna told you. "How much thought have you given to the birth?"

"I'm three months along, I've got a while to go so not a lot. Until this morning." You said.

"Have you considered that he may be afraid of losing you? Or the child?" She asked.

You sighed. "I did. But the way he said it like he was ordering sauce with a meal. Like it was normal just to give up. And he never gives up."

"It scares you that he could be worried," Deanna commented.

"It takes a lot to make him so." You were summoned to the bridge, and Deanna joined you on the walk.

"Perhaps the best way forward is to talk to him? To have him open up?" Deanna suggested.

You thanked her, hugging her just before the turbo lift opened, and you entered the bridge.