Her daughter settled into her arms in a way beautiful and natural, and she feared her heart would burst from the strength of her joy.

Miral. Her daughter.

She rolled the words around in her mind, trying to comprehend them, move them past syllables and into fact, but it was no use. This…this was beyond explanation. She looked at Miral again, eyes caressing the contours of her baby's face. Why had she ever wanted to change her? That alien—yet somehow completely natural—sensation swept through her, almost intoxicating in its thrill, and she couldn't keep the awed laughter from escaping her lips.

Not a chance…Tom's words came back to her, trailing memories of gentle lips and smoky eyes drawing back to lock with hers, words unneeded to speak the promise they held. Kahless, she loved him. Not a chance, he'd said, and her heart had stuttered, not quite believing it, wondering if it could possibly be true. Wondering if she'd ever be able to abandon herself to his love. Ever? She already had.

But now here she was, holding her daughter—their daughter—crying a smile down into her face, and she knew. He wouldn't leave her. Not a chance.

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A/N: The poem for this drabble/flashfic is posted here (on FFN) under the title "First Love."