"Once more, dear boy, into the breach - for England, Harry, and Saint
George!" Miles murmured encouragingly. "Or at least, for Barrayar, me,
and maybe Grandfather Piotr. Ha!" With a last twitch, the sperm vanished
within its destined paradise.  "Miles, are you looking at those baby
pictures again?" came Ekaterin's voice, amused, as she emerged from
their cabin's sybaritic bathroom. She finished winding up her dark hair
on the back of her head, secured it, and leaned over his shoulder as he
sat in the station chair. "Is that Aral Alexander, or Helen Natalia?"
"Well, Aral Alexander in the making."
"Ah, admiring your sperm again. I see."

Once more, dear boy, into the breach - for England, Harry, and Saint
George!  Miles murmured encouragingly.  Or at least, for Barrayar, me,
and maybe Grandfather Piotr. Ha!  With a last twitch, the sperm
vanished within its destined paradise.  Miles, are you looking at those
baby pictures again?  came Ekaterin's voice, amused, as she emerged
from their cabin's sybaritic bathroom. She finished winding up her dark
hair on the back of her head, secured it, and leaned over his shoulder
as he sat in the station chair.  Is that Aral Alexander, or Helen
Natalia? 
Well, Aral Alexander in the making. 
Ah, admiring your sperm again. I see.