[He doesn't look that much older to her. Well, not much older than what's expected with the captain of a ship that sees more trouble in a month than the entire fleet in a year.

Carol moves a hand over her cheek to hide the blush.] I'm great, actually. No attacks from Klingons recently -- [Then there's a yell of "Mommy!" and a little girl of about the age of two with a mop of light brown curls comes running (more like quickly waddling) to Carol. She turns her head to her and a grin perhaps wider than when she saw Jim spreads across her mouth.] There's my little darling.

[Carol crotches down with open arms and gathers her up. A frown creases her face as she stands and turns back to Jim, while the little girl gives him a sharp, knowing, wide-eyed expression.]

Uh, Jim, this is my daughter, Dorothy. This is Captain Kirk, Dorothy. [God, this is so awkward, uncomfortable, and tense.]