“Deanna,” said Beverly greeting her friend, who was surrounded by almost half of her personnel.  “Back off people,” she said as she walked toward them smiling, “And give my godchild room to breath.”  A laugh went up from the nurses and the various crewmembers that had been admiring the Riker baby, and they all headed back to work.  “Hi, Destiny,” said the doctor, “Did you come to see your Aunt Beverly?”  She asked as Deanna placed her daughter in the arms of her best friend.  “Hey, little miss.  Aren’t you already the center of everyone’s attention?”  Beverly proclaimed, looking into her bright eyes.  “You have your mommy’s eyes, sweetie,”  she told her guiding them to a biobed and bouncing gently as she cradled the newborn, “And your Daddy’s smile,” she exclaimed.  Deanna grinned. “That she does,” she said as she saw the small smile on her daughter’s face. “Hop up on the biobed, counselor, while I go way this little one,”  Bev told her friend. Alyssa began running a tricorder over the counselor while Beverly gently lay the small infant on the scale.  “Hey, hey, hey,” she said as the baby’s lips began to pucker and her face to wrinkle in displeasure,”You’re okay, sweetheart, yes you are.  Is that scale a little cold for you, huh?”  She said, quickly checking Destiny’s weight and wrapping her back in the soft lavender blanket.  “There’s your mommy,” she said as she walked toward the biobed where Deanna was seated.  She stopped nearby to go over the results from the tests Nurse Ogawa had run and then returned to her friend, asking Alyssa to hold the newborn momentarily.  “Deanna could you lie back for me?” Beverly asked Deanna to take a few deep breaths, and then she place her hands on the counselor’s abdomen pressing gently.  “What about here?”  She said one last time, but lifted her hands when Deanna let out a cry of pain.  Beverly nodded at her friend’s reaction.  The counselor had a look of concern on her face as the doctor helped her sit up.  She administered a hypospray to Deanna’s neck,”Don’t worry,” she told her as Alyssa handed Destiny Alexa back to her mother and quietly excused herself to tend to another patient.  “Deanna, I have to tell you that I wasn’t quite sure of the amount of damage that the fall you took on the Bridge had, but you’re healing.  It’s going to take time and rest,” she emphasized, “But from what I can tell you should be able to have all the children you desire.”  A few tears of relief fell down the counselor’s face when she heard the words coming from Crusher’s lips.   Beverly squeezed Deanna’s hand.  The doctor had been worried about the fall Deanna had sustained during the crisis situation that had required her help, and that had been the cause of the emergency delivery and close call for mother and daughter.  Coming close to losing Deanna had been tough enough, but the knowledge that she might not have been able to have more children in the future had also been very difficult to inform her friend of.  “I don’t want you under any unnecessary stress Deanna,” she said, “Things are looking well, but you need time to recover.  I want you to take at least another two weeks of rest and enjoyment of this little one, and then it’s up to you as to how long you want to wait before going back on duty.”  The counselor nodded, giving Beverly a hug and thanking her for all she’d done over the past few weeks. “How’s Destiny,” she asked, smiling down at the newborn who had now fallen asleep in her arms. “She’s doing great Deanna,” she said putting her friend’s mind at ease, “She’s gaining weight.  She’s close to five pounds, which is good considering that she was almost two months early.  Her lungs, her heart, everything is developing normally.” “Thank you again, Beverly,” she said as she slowly got down from the biobed, “Will and I are very grateful for everything you’ve done.” “You’re welcome,” she replied, “I am so happy for the two of you, and there is no greater thank you that I could have received than the honor of being Destiny’s godmother.  Now go,” she said walking them to the door, “Before you make me cry.”  The counselor laughed.  “Why don’t we have lunch later?  Dr. Selar has Sickbay for the afternoon shift.” “I’d enjoy the company,” Deanna said as she left, “See you then.” Will Riker headed for the turbolift.  He had been on duty for less than an hour and already they had received a message that one of the Starfleet’s nearby probes had crashed onto a planet that had just recently showed interest in the Federation.  The probe had damaged some homes and injured some of the colonists.  The leader of the world had contacted the Enterprise moments early, and Riker had been out of his chair before Picard had even gotten the order out of his mouth.  Jean-Luc shook his head in amusement.  “Make us look good, Commander.”  The captain called to his first in command.  Riker nodded as the lift doors closed around him. “I’ll be on my very best behavior, sir.” “Beverly, keeping things from me is really just a futile effort on your part,” Deanna told her friend over lunch.  She was trying to pull the details of the doctor’s late-night dinner with their captain from her. “We ate, we talked, besides you can’t toy with me Deanna I am the queen of fooling those empathic abilities of yours.”  She told the counselor.  “So you say,” she responded to the answer Beverly had provided, “The truth is. . .  Deanna was cut off by the sound of the Red Alert klaxon and the added sound of her daughter being rudely awakened from her afternoon nap.