It had nearly been a year since Gruumm's final defeat, and although in that time Earth (or any nearby systems) had not seen any large scale invasions again, there had been a constant flow of small crisis after small crisis. Enough so that certain, ahem, family planning projects had been unable to be undertaken.
But today? Today was the day that finally, all involved parties were ready to make this happen.
Where "this" happened to be "a baby".
"So... can I start pacing, yet?" Bridge wondered. This seemed like the kind of thing where pacing back and forth was an acceptable reaction.
[ooc: open to thems what is involved in the babygrowing!]