Summary: Family time for the
Timeframe: Post Nemesis
Disclaimer: It hasn’t changed;
I own nothing.
Morning was breaking onboard the
USS Titan, and the first sounds of a day beginning could be heard throughout the
Except, in the joint quarters of
the captain and the ship’s counselor. The couple lay
sleeping, wrapped in each other’s arms; bodies entangled and hearts joined.
Will Riker’s arm was draped protectively across Deanna Troi’s stomach, his
face hidden in her soft curls. They were the picture of contentment and
Deanna stirred, reacting to a
faint sound, and eased out of her husband’s embrace, a smile lighting up her
delicate features as she touched his lips lightly with her own. Will mumbled
something in his sleep, smiling, but he did not open his eyes.
With one last look at his large
sleeping form, Deanna put on her robe and went into the next room, seeking out
the cause of the sound that had woken her.
Dark eyes met piercing blue ones,
and she fell in love all over again, as she did every morning. Aside from his
father the little boy looking up at her, unguarded and trusting as only a child
can be, was the only living being to ever touch her soul.
He was her son, hers and Will’s
precious baby boy. Sometimes Deanna still had trouble wrapping her mind around
the fact that she was a mother. She smiled at the thought, bending down to pick
up the child.
“Mama,” he greeted her, and
her heart melted. Had it really been almost a year? Deanna would have sworn it
was only yesterday that Will had presented her with their newborn baby, placing
it carefully in her arms with a look of sheer pride and adoration.
“Let’s go wake up Daddy,
Little One,” she whispered and was rewarded with a happy smile as she returned
to the bedroom and Will.
The child reached out to his
father, letting his little hand rest on Will’s cheek. Deanna watched Will open
his eyes sleepily before focusing his gaze on the child.
“He missed his Daddy,” she
whispered to him, and Riker took his son from her arms, holding him close.
“I missed him, too,” he
answered, and she knew it was true. William T. Riker might be a respected star
ship captain, an accomplished Starfleet officer, but above all he was a father.
He adored this little boy; he had loved him from the second she had told him of
her pregnancy. It wasn’t just that he had been eager to prove that he was
different than his own father. He was enjoying fatherhood immensely.
“I have to get him ready, Will,
and you have to be on the Bridge soon.” He only smiled, reaching out a hand to
her. “So do I,” she added quickly.
“Come here,” he said, daring
her. “Let’s stay here all day. Just like this.”
“We can’t,” she countered,
reasoning. “We have to ---“
But she gave in when her son
joined her husband in tearing apart her defense. Withstanding one Riker was hard
enough, and when they ganged up on her like this, all smiles as they were, she
could do nothing but concede. In all honesty, though, she did not mind one bit.
“I’ll let Commander Davis
know that we are not to be disturbed, unless there is an emergency,” Will
said, drawing back from her after a soft, lingering kiss. “I am the Captain,
after all.” He got up from the bed, and Deanna looked at him as he put on a
rope and contacted his First Officer.
Moments later he came back,
carrying an assortment of toys, and she laughed softly when their son decided he
would rather play with his father’s beard.
He gave her a quick look, but
there was a sparkle in his eyes, and she kissed his hand as he caressed her
¨”Are you happy, Imzadi?”
she asked, even though there was really no need for her to do so. She knew the
answer already. It radiated from him on occasions such as this.
“Yes,” he said. “I am.”
He was silent for a while as they played with their son and lost themselves in
his simple, joyful world.
Later, when Will rose to make his
family breakfast he looked at his beloved wife and the tiny blessing in her
“What is it, Will?”
“Are you happy,
She did not answer, but he felt
her love sweep over him, and he felt both his and her emotions intensify when
she kissed the baby sleeping peacefully within her embrace.
“It’s overwhelming,” he
heard her say, putting his thoughts into words. He nodded in affirmation, once
again thankful that he was married to the one woman who understood him better
than anyone else ever could.
“Yes, it is,” he said,
climbed back into bed and held them both close. He kissed her lightly, and
Deanna relaxed against him. There was something to be said for taking a time out
~ You don’t know the half of
Imzadi ~ Will promised her
wordlessly, and she smiled in anticipation.