"Kick. Come on, kick." Kassy sighed. "Look, kid, one day you're gonna have to do taxes. I'm not asking for a lot right now."

"Yeah, kick for Uncle Lance. Because I'm literally the only person who hasn't felt at this point. Other than your own father."

"Okay, if you bully the kid for being fatherless, they won't kick at all. Oh! There!" She grabbed his hand, placing it on her stomach.

"Yes! I'm not the only one now! Ok, bye, Kassy." Lance wandered off.

Coran glanced over from the control panel. "Half way through now."

Kassy nodded. "That's... actually kind of terrifying. Like, when I found out, I was like, sure. I'm pregnant. I kinda forgot the part where I give birth to a child and be a mother."

"Well, you didn't forget when you found out and dropped the F bomb about 7 times."

"That's just how I cope."

"That kid's first word is going to be fu- well, I'm not going to say it. But that's what it's going to be."

Kassy laughed softly. "Sure, Coran."

"Guys." Keith entered. "Zarkon's... Zarkon's dead."

"What?" Kassy sat up. "How?"

And then, Lotor entered.

"Oh, no, not this guy." Kassy side-eyed Keith.

"Do you think I'd kill my father for no reason? I'm on your side, no need for that." Lotor spoke.

"Oh. Well. Sounds great. Yippee." Kassy got up, stretching. "Ugh, my back."

Kassy wandered off, finding Hunk, her second gossip partner when Coran was unavailable.

"What's happening with Lotor?"

Hunk shrugged. "Don't even ask. Sit down."

She took a seat next to him, cuddling up to him. "How does he get his hair so nice?" She sighed.

"No clue."

"I've tried every single hair product in the world available at Walmart. And it's never been as glossy and smooth as that."

"Maybe it's a Galra thing. Maybe Galrans have great hair. Like Keith."

"That's actually so true. Keith does have incredible hair. I wanna, like, go run my hands through it, but he'd probably bite me."

Hunk laughed. "Plus, you and Lotor have different hair types. Yours is naturally curly, right? And his is straight. So, they're gonna look different."

She sighed. "I hate being a woman."

Hunk nodded. "You do have a lot on your plate. Just by being born female. Seems unfair."

"Then add that to everything that's happened. I'm going to therapy when I'm home."

"Oh, I think we all need therapy." Hunk said.

She chuckled softly before frowning. "I'm so scared. Like, constantly. Just constantly feeling nauseous from anxiety. I think Shiro was the only person that could ever semi-convince me that I'd somehow be okay, and now he's not here..."

He rubbed her back. "I know."

"And no offence to Keith, he's doing a good job, but... God, we need Shiro back. And selfishly, I need Shiro back. It would have made things so much easier."

He nodded. "I get it. I don't think he's dead. I mean, surely you don't think so either."

She shook her head. "I'm sure he's alive, out there somewhere. I just... I want him back."

Hunk nodded. "Hey, Kassy?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll let you sing my song. Considering you're pregnant and all."

"You'll let me sing The Winner Takes It All?"

"Sure. But only once."

She laughed. "Oh, don't you spoil me? Why is everyone here so obsessed with ABBA anyway?"

"You brought it onto this ship, and it's like, our common interest. If there's something we can rely on everyone liking, it's ABBA."

"You know what I miss specifically about Earth? Piano. Like, I totally took for granted just being able to sit down and play some music."

"I wish I could play an instrument. Do you play anything else?"

"Ehh.. I learned the basics of guitar. Acoustic and bass. Uhh... oh, yeah, I had a few singing lessons. My Uncle played the drums, and showed me how, so I can do that too. Oh, and I played violin for 6 years. So not that many. But piano is my magnum opus."

"Yeah, right, not that many. I always used to imagine being a singer. In a band. Who was also a famous chef."

She smiled. "You do have a nice voice. And you're even better at cooking. Not too far fetched. Me, I thought I was gonna write albums and become world famous. Wrote a thousand songs, never shared a single one."

"What did you write about?"

"Anything. Most of them are unfinished, but the finished ones were the ones I wrote mid-mental breakdown." She laughed. "I've even written a few since coming here."

"Oh, yeah, you could write all kinds with what you've experienced here."

She nodded. "Right, cuddle over. I gotta go pee."

"Pregnancy'll do that to you."

"I also peed before getting pregnant, believe it or not. Alright, see you."