Just a little Kirommy fanfic to catch up with everyone's favourite couple. I've got to admit that this one is still only just coming together in my head at the minute, so it may take a little longer than usual. All comments and reviews are welcome, (even criticisms, I could do with any ideas on improvements.)

Rating: T – Mild language, themes and violence

Legal: Usual story, I do not own Power Rangers or the associated rights, characters, names, places, events etc. This story is to be considered non-canon, and with the exception of anything covered by the rights as above, all characters, names, events etc. are to be considered purely the creation of the author.

Again, I'd prefer if the stories were read in order, (Fateful Homecoming, First Christmas, Race to the Aisle) but just in case, here's a five-minute run-down of what's happened up until now.

Three years after leaving Reefside for New York, Kira, still struggling to begin her career, returns for a visit and is involved in a tragic car accident in which both her parents are killed. Tommy takes her in during the run-up to the memorial service, however, during this time both experience painful reminders of old wounds left by the feelings they had for each other, but never revealed. Hayley, in whom both had confided years ago, picks up on subtle cues that those feelings are still strong, and through her intervention, they are finally able to confess how they've always felt about each other.

Kira is offered a record contract by Barry Goldstein, a unique and flamboyant record producer from Las Vegas, and both decide to move to Sin City, where Tommy, feeling enough time they could have been together has been wasted, proposes and Kira accepts. Kira released her first album across the Christmas holidays to unprecedented fanfare thanks to Barry's aggressive marketing.

A few months later, despite a multitude of dramas including Tommy injuring himself during a drunken bachelor party and Kira being spiked by a would-be rapist, they eventually make it to the altar and finally marry. One year on, Kira decides to re-sign with Barry instead of signing a more lucrative contract with another label on the condition that she can do some of her recording at home, and a reduce her touring schedule. When Tommy asks why, she gives him the best news of his life. They're going to start a family!

Baby Blues

"Come on little guy." Tommy called to his son, Frank as he watched from the side of the pool. "Come to Daddy!"

Little Frank thrashed feverishly in the pool, bobbing up and down like a demented fishing float. Tommy kneeled at the edge, his arms open to lift the little boy out of the water. His eyes shone with pride as Frank drove himself onward through the water with the determination of a pit-bull, arriving at the poolside and reaching for his father's outstretched arms.

"Hey, little guy, you did great!" He yelled, hoisting his son into his arms and holding him to his chest. "I told you that you could do it if you tried! I'm so proud of you."

Frank threw his little arms around Tommy's neck, squeezing tightly. "Daddy, can I get some ice cream?" He asked his little voice hopeful.

"I don't know mommy's just put the lunch on, so I don't know if she'd be too happy about that." He replied, but looking into Frank's little face, he knew it was pointless to try and resist. He was a soft touch when it came to his son. "Okay, you can have some, but only a little, and only if you don't tell Mommy."

"Tell Mommy what?" Kira asked, coming out to the pool to greet them.

"Daddy said I could have some ice cream." Frank informed her. Kira just chuckled and looked at Tommy with that expression that said, 'I knew something like this would happen.'

"What did I say to you about being a tattle-tale?" Tommy asked him. "He did great though." Tommy addressed Kira. "He deserves a little something.

"Okay, I'll get you some ice cream after lunch." Kira told her son, stroking his wet, black hair. "Anyway, dry off and come inside you two, lunch will be ready shortly."

As Tommy began to make his way back to the house, the loud, shrill chirp of his radio alarm clock pulled the image away. "Damn," he grumbled as the dream faded, "not yet, just another few minutes!" But it was too late.

Back in the real world, Tommy woke up finding the other side of his bed empty. Kira had been home from her latest trip for a while now, and he was getting used to waking up with her in his arms. One of the things he always loved was the fact that she was a late riser. He always thought she looked so beautiful when she slept. She just looked so peaceful. Her habit of waking up late meant he usually got the chance to just lie and hold her, watching her sleep before she finally got up. But for some reason, she had gotten out of bed first.

Pulling on a bathrobe, he made his way through to the kitchen, finding her doubled over the sink, heaving powerfully. Now it made sense, Jason had warned him to be ready for the joys of morning sickness.

"Good morning Kira." He said stroking her back soothingly. "How are you feeling?"

"Don't you even talk to meeeauauuarghhhh." She forced out as she continued to vomit. "You did this to me you bas…huaaarghhh!"

"I didn't hear you complaining at the time." He joked, gently pulling her hair back. Kira shot him an evil glare with her slightly reddened eyes that informed him he needed to tread carefully if he didn't want a seriously unhappy mommy-to-be beating on him.

"Trini warned you to expect this." He reminded her. He figured it must have been pretty harsh. She had gotten away with it so far, but at six weeks he knew she was probably about due her first bout. Obviously she didn't take kindly to the little cherub inflicting this suffering on her.

Rinsing her face and taking a few sips of water, she turned to face him, looking more than a little miserable. "Well warning me is one thing, preparing me is quite another." She groaned. "Why don't you try spending the first 15 minutes of the day throwing up and see how you feel?"

"Well you look beautiful." He complimented her with a kiss on the cheek.

"I don't really feel beautiful." She replied, holding him close. Tommy couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She always knew about pregnancy and what was involved, but obviously she was finding the practical side of the whole process hard going. She had been lucky so far, but this was the first real downside she had experienced and clearly she hadn't been ready for exactly how lousy it would feel.

"Well you are." Tommy reiterated, kissing her deeply. The sensation was not especially pleasant, but he did it to make Kira feel better. He knew he could grab a coffee or some mints on the way to the school. "Is there anything I can get you?"

"Smoothie?" She requested weakly.

"Why did I bother asking?" He replied, making his way to the fridge to collect fruit. Kira had read somewhere that fruit was good for expectant mothers, and had taken the advice a little too much to heart. She had already burned out one blender with her obsession for those blended fruit drinks.

"Is there any word from Barry on the house sale?" Tommy asked.

"He said we should know by this morning." She answered, moving through to the living room and sitting down, cradling her belly. She hadn't really begun to show yet, but she had convinced herself that she was getting bigger, and continually held her abdomen in the hope of feeling anything moving. No amount of reassurance from Tommy or their doctor could convince her that she wouldn't feel anything for a good while yet. "Tommy, could you get me some dry crackers and some ginger on your way home from work?"

"No problem honey." He yelled over the racket of the blender. "Was it really that bad?"

"Let's just say the next ten weeks are going to be real fun." She commented, nestling comfortably into the cushions. She was a little shaken by this morning. She thought she was strong. She thought she could cope with just about anything by now. She had already been a Ranger, defeated Mezagog, got her powers back, lost her parents, survived the wedding and yet here she was, flattened by a little morning sickness? How was she going to cope with everything else? The back pains? The rampaging hormones? The contractions? The birth! Oh god the birth! If this was how she felt now, how did she expect to cope with the actual birth? What kind of mother could she possibly be?

Tommy arrived in the living room to find Kira crying pathetically on the couch. "I can't cope!" She sobbed as Tommy held her close. "What kind of a mother gets knocked on her butt by a little sickness? How will I deal with a baby?"

"Hey, calm down." Tommy whispered to her, rocking her gently. "Don't get like this, it's natural. All women go through this." Jason and Trini had kept them well warned as to what to expect. Little Austin had given Trini a hell of a time, and they wanted to pass on the wisdom of that experience. Jason had warned him Trini had moments like this all the time before giving birth. "It's only natural to be scared."

"But if I can't cope now…"

"It's only a phase." Tommy breathed. "Surely you feel a bit better now?"

Thinking about it, she did. Sure, it hadn't been fun, but the nausea passed. "I really wish I could've talked with Mom about this stuff." She replied, pulling herself away a little, trying to get her composure back. "It's not the kind of thing we ever got round to discussing. It just never came up. It was never exactly an issue!"

"I know you wish they were here." Tommy answered her, retrieving her smoothie and handing it to her. "Hell, I wish my folks were around. I'm pretty much sailing blind here too."

The moment was interrupted as the doorbell sounded. A look of horror flashed across Kira's face.

"Oh god, that's probably Barry!" She yelled, moving quickly to the bathroom. "He can't see me like this! Keep him busy till I sort myself out."

Shaking his head with a little laugh, he answered the door to find that Barry was indeed standing on their doorstep. "Lovely morning Tommy." He commented stepping inside. "Where's Kira?"

"Just getting washed up?" He answered.

"How's the little bundle coming along?" He asked, sitting on the couch. "Everything still coming along OK?"

"He's making his presence felt." Tommy replied with a small laugh. "Kira's had a pretty rough morning. She had her first bout of morning sickness."

"Ooh, never nice." Barry commented with a pained look on his face. "I remember when my sister had her first little boy I swear she was tortured by the little horror."

"Hi Barry." Kira greeted him as cheerfully as she could, returning from the bathroom. "How are things?"

"Kira, you look wonderful as always my love." He responded with a huge hug. "Things are going unbelievably fantastic! You know my cousin, the realtor that I'm using? Well he just called about your offer and it's been accepted! Congratulations, you are now officially a home owner!"

"You're kidding!" She shrieked, throwing herself into Tommy's arms, absent-mindedly spilling her smoothie as she did so. "That's great! When can we move in?"

"The sale should be finalised by the end of the week." Barry answered her. "I'll sort out getting the keys, and you just worry about getting a couple of strapping young lads in to help with the move. Don't want to do anything to risk the little cherub now do we?"

"Ah, well, we're not really getting along too well at the moment." Kira joked. "Someone should tell the baby that he gets to make me suffer for nine months. I get to make him suffer for the following 18 years!"

"Him?" Barry commented. "So you know?"

"No." They chorused together. "Just seems a bit of a shame to call him 'it' all the time." Kira remarked. "Besides, we're not really concerned what comes along. We'll be happy either way."

"Anyway, I'll leave you to it." Barry said, flipping out his cell phone as he left. "Things to do."

"Does he ever finish a conversation?" Tommy asked jokingly as he picked up his file fax. "I'll see you tonight honey."

As Kira watched Tommy leave, thinking about her new home, she suddenly became aware that her feet were getting wet, looking down and noticing the contents of her smoothie on the carpet, she let out a deep sigh.

"Well, there goes our security deposit." She groaned.

Tommy arrived at the school a little after 10. Heading into the building, he made his way quickly along the corridor, hoping to get to his office before…

"Tommy!" Chrissy called after him, noticing him half-sprinting up the hall. Tommy groaned a little as she sprinted towards him. Chrissy wasn't a bad woman, if anything the head of the Art Department was one of his best friends at the school. She was just a little over-enthusiastic and tactile with people, and since Tommy had told her Kira was pregnant, this had only gotten worse. "Where's my morning hug?" She yelled, wrapping her arms round him. Tommy returned the gesture, before releasing her. She noted the grocery bag in his hands. "Let me guess, more fruit?"

"I got some dry crackers and ginger as well." He replied, turning back towards his office.

"Oh has that started?" She asked as a look of sympathy flashed across her face. "Poor thing, how's she feeling?"

"This morning was a little rough on her." Tommy confided thoughtfully. "But hopefully things will get a little easier."

"I remember when my friend Tina had her daughter, she was practically never out of the…"

"Thanks Chrissy." Tommy interrupted as he desperately tried to erase the mental image from his mind. One of Chrissy's most endearing but also annoying habits was that you always knew what was on her mind because it came firing out of her mouth whether you wanted to know or not. "I'll tell Kira you were asking after her."

As he turned to enter his office, a thought crossed his mind. "Chrissy, could you help Kira and I move at the weekend?"

"If it's this weekend I can go one better." She replied. "My boyfriend will be in town. I don't suppose it'd be that hard to convince him to help out."

"We can't ask you to do that." Tommy remarked, holding up a hand defensively. Chrissy had been dating someone from out of town for a while now, and went to see him every other weekend. He knew that she didn't get to see him much and didn't want to intrude on some of their private time. "You just enjoy your time together."

"Please, it's no trouble. He'd be glad to help." Chrissy stated. "He's that kind of guy. He'd probably object if I didn't bring him."

"Only if you're sure." Tommy responded still feeling a little guilty.

"Trust me." She replied with a knowing smile. "You'll love him."

Tommy shook his head as she left. "What did she mean by that?" He asked as he entered the office.

Kira lay restlessly on the couch, staring into space as she thought about the move. She knew she was dong the right thing. They would need a bigger place when the baby came anyway, but it felt strange to think that they would soon be leaving this apartment. It was never really 'theirs', as they had rented it since they arrived, but in many ways they had been there so long that it felt like home. It was the first home they had shared together. She had spent a short time with him in his house in Reefside after they got together, but this was THEIR first home, the first one new to both of them.

She gave a sad little sigh as she realised that they would soon be leaving the apartment. They had only been there for little over two years, but there were already so many memories. She recalled how Tommy had romantically carried her over the threshold when they first arrived, only to trip over the welcome basket their landlord had left just inside the door and drop her not-so-romantically on her backside in the hallway. She remembered how he had brought her back to the apartment after proposing to her on the Las Vegas Strip, only to find the entire room filled with yellow carnations. She remembered with a small chuckle how Jason had set them up on the day she lost her engagement ring and their friends found out they'd been keeping their engagement a secret. She still couldn't believe he'd had the front to grab her ass in the living room with Tommy and Trini sitting there.

As a small tear rolled down her cheek, she began thinking about how she'd feel to be leaving this place. Yet, with a smile, she recalled the day they viewed the new house. They knew right away it was perfect. Barry had said they could move in at the end of the week. A few days, a few, short days and at last they would really be in a place that would be their home. The place they could raise their children.

"Are you there beautiful?" Tommy asked as he entered the apartment, the groceries in his hand. "Chrissy said she'd help us with the move. She said her boyfriend was coming into town for a couple of days and said she'd rope him in."

"You're going to cut into her time with him?" Kira asked a little surprise evident in her voice.

"That was her choice, not mine." Tommy replied defensively. "She said he'd want to help, whatever that means. And one of the students, Michael said he'd help, so I offered him $20." He came over to the couch, sitting next to her. He gently brushed her hair from her face as she leant into him. "Hey, what're the tears all about?"

"Just thinking about the move and all the memories we have here." She answered him, wiping her face with her sleeve. "Guess the hormones must be starting to kick in."

"Hey, it's a big change for all of us." He mused as he pulled her closer. "But it'll be great. It'll be just you, me," and he reached down placing a hand on her belly, softly caressing it with his palm, "and him."

"That sounds perfect lover." She replied, craning her neck back to kiss him softly. "Now all we need is to survive the move."

"It shouldn't be that bad." Tommy answered her. "We only have a few things here, and the stuff in storage."

Kira got a slightly pained look on her face as he said this. "Well, I kinda phoned Hayley and asked if she could arrange a hand with the move." She said weakly through a little sucking of her teeth. "And before I could say anything she contacted the guys."

"Oh crap." Tommy replied.