"You think that your way is reasonable?"

"I am suggesting a viable way to resolve this."

[snort]  "Reasonable?  You want to decide which one of bears our child by using a deck of cards?"

"Har, I suggested other ways."

[raised eyebrow]  "Racing down the slopes of Gstaad, or kayaking the Colorado river weights it in your favor."

“No I meant, we could use a surrogate or artificial womb.  Hell, Seven could probably build a maturation chamber."

[resigned sigh]  "Tom, we don't have to have a child."

[wistful smile]  "I know and if I were with anyone else I wouldn't want one, but you want one."

"Do you always give me what I want ?"  [smirking leer]

[suspicious tone] "Within reason."

"Then you have our baby, Tom."

[indignant protest]  "I’m a pilot.  Pilots can't reach the con with a protruding stomach."

[equally indignant tone]  "D’you think it's any easier at Ops?"

"Then it’s settled.  The only way to resolve this is to draw for it."

"OK, but I choose the cards from the replicator and I shuffle them, Tom."

[shuffle, cut, shuffle again]

"Pick one."

"Two of clubs." [relieved sigh]

"Two of Hearts."  [relieved grin]

"Oh My God."

"Tell you what, I'll tell B'Elanna that she'll need to work on modifying the con."

The End

Continued in Parenting 102