Chapter 3: It Was Like This...
                           Lt. Hailey
                           "Lt. Hailey, Captain Elliot. Explain to me, how you ended up with a one year-old daughter and where the hell she's been
                           all of this time." I look down to Pinky who looks disturbed at his tone. She starts to whimper and turns into my stomach to
                           get away from the hostility he keeps sending our way.
                           "Sir, this may seem like a bit much to ask, but could you yell a little less? You're scaring my daughter. I know you wouldn't
                           want anyone screaming in front of your granddaughter like you're screaming right now." He seems to take this under consideration
                           and takes a deep breath.
                           " I apologize, Lt. it's just that this command already has so much against it and then, two of my officers come home with
                           a year-old daughter… That's not a great thing, Lt. I apologize to your daughter for scaring her. That was not my intention,
                           but you need to understand how much trouble you and the Captain are in."
                           "We do, sir and we talked about it. There is nothing else we can do, besides raise her, sir. We're not giving her up and
                           even if it means the SGC, we're going to keep her. You should know that before we can go any further."
                           "Lt,--"He can't finish that sentence until I'm finished. 
                           "Sir, you need to understand that no underhandedness played any part in Pinky's conception, birth, or eventual arrival
                           here to Earth. Captain Elliot and I have never engaged in any unregulatory fraternization, ever. You may not believe me, but
                           I assure that I understand the possible impact this situation could have on the future of this command. I am completely willing
                           to take whatever measures are necessary to somehow...I don't know rectify this. I'll resign if I have to. But I'm not giving
                           Pinky up. No, sir. No way."
                           " Ditto...sir." That's David for you. A man of very few, if any words. I guess I'll be teaching all of the articulacy in
                           this family. He'll be a good daddy for the Pink one.
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