Kirk's about thirty seven in this one. Although, Chekov is nineteen.

"How's things with you and Chekov?" You father, Jim Kirk, asked. You are nineteen years old and had been dating his co-worker Pavel Chekov.

"Alright." You answer, trying to sound happy. To be honest, you weren't alright. You had just found out you were pregnant, about eight weeks along, and your dad was going to kill you. Chekov might as well leave the ship before he found out or Chekov is dead. Only McCoy knew.

"Just alright?" Kirk asked, grabbing some dinner for the two of you.

"Fine, it's great." You reply, smiling.

"Good. If not, I'll hurt him." Kirk said, laughing at himself.

"Hey dad, what would you do if I even got pregnant?" You ask, trying to start it as a casual conversation.

"I'd be mad at you, but probably come to terms with it. That boy would die a slow painful die." Kirk answered, setting the food down. "I'm joking about that second one, I don't want the kid to not have a father."

"Okay." You mutter, taking a bite of food. You were a little less nervous about telling him now, but you still didn't want to.

A couple more weeks had passed and you still hadn't told your dad yet. Chekov still didn't know either. Only McCoy and now Uhura. She usually has good advice on things like this.

You were working in engineering with your dad and McCoy. You had taken a fall from a cat walk, only about ten feet, but McCoy started freaking out about you and the baby.

"Is she okay Bones?" Kirk asked, getting down from the catwalk.

"She's alright. So's the baby." McCoy answered before freezing.

"The WHAT?!?" Kirk yelled, running towards your side.

"Surprise." You mutter, mustering a weak smile.

"What?!?!" Kirk yelled again, still shocked.

"I'm so sorry about him finding out this way." McCoy muttered, giving you a quick hug.

"How are you pregnant!?" Kirk yelled again, shock still on his face.

"Well, when two people love each other very much-" you start to say before getting cut off.

"Yeah yeah I know that. You're my daughter after all. But who got you pregnant!" Kirk realized, angry on his face.

"My boyfriend." You mutter, hoping he wouldn't hear.

"CHEKOV?!" He screamed, jumping up. "That little evil son of a-" he muttered before getting cut off by the turbo lift closing after he ran into it.

Kirk angrily walked into the bridge. "Captain on ze bridge." Chekov said. It was his usual phrase he said when the captain entered.

"How dare you?!" Kirk yelled, pulling Chekov up from the chair by his shirt. He punched him square in the face.

"Captain! What did I do?!" Chekov yelled in defense, trying to protect himself from numerous punches.

"You know pretty well what you did!" Kirk yelled, continuing to punch him.

"Captain. Captain!" Spock ordered, trying to pry Kirk off of Chekov. "Captain, ensign Chekov obviously doesn't know what you are talking about, give him a moment to explain or for you to explain."

Kirk stopped punching and looked down at Chekov. "Captain, I don't know what I did. " Chekov said, wiping blood from his nose. He was laying on the floor behind Sulu's chair.

"You got Y/N pregnant!" Kirk yelled, trying to squirm out of Spock's grasp.

"What?!" Chekov yelled, freezing.

"You didn't know?" Kirk asked, softening up a little.

"Does this look like a face that knew!" Chekov exclaimed, still shocked.

"Oh, I'm still mad at you!" Kirk yelled as Spock let go of him. When Kirk started to walk off of the bridge, Sulu slapped Chekov's arm.

"Never thought you had it in you." He said, laughing a little.

"Me neither." Chekov muttered, getting up and went back to work, despite the pain in his face and chest. He couldn't believe he got someone pregnant.