Hello? Anyone out there? Hello?

Feels tugging on pant leg and looks down.

'Hello Victor'

'Hello'

'What are you doing out of your story little one?'

'Looking for the people. Why aren't they reviewing anyone's stories anymore? Its really quiet out there.'

'Yes, little one, I know. Maybe they will review just for you. You should ask them.'

'Okay.' He takes a step forward and waves, 'Hi people. Will you review? Please. Thank you.' He turns around and whispers loudly, 'I said thank you. Mummy and Daddy says you are supposed to be polite so I said thank you.'

Please don't disappoint our little guy….

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Make no claims other than …well, you know the drill

Victor EaVian

Chapter 10: Heather

Evey Hammond sighed deeply as lay back on the examination table wishing her doctor would finish all the poking and prodding she had been doing for the last forty minutes. 'There is absolutely no dignity to this,' she thought. 'None. Once you get pregnant, that's it. All modesty and dignity is gone.'

'That's it, Evey,' announced her doctor as she stood and removed her gloves. 'We just have a few questions and then we'll move to the ultrasound and take a look. So far, everything looks good, but you know what I am going to tell you.'

'I am not terminating this pregnancy Heather.' She sounded tired and weary.

'Yes, so you keep telling me.' With a sigh, Dr. Heather Mullins rolled a stool next to Evey who was being made "more comfortable" by a nurse. She waited patiently till the nurse had finished before speaking again. 'Julie, would you run these tests to the lab personally.'

'Yes ma'am,' replied the young lady.

'Tell no one who they are for and have the result sent straight to me.'

'Yes, ma'am.' She smiled encouragingly at Evey before leaving the room.

'Now then, we need to talk.'

'I told you, I am not terminating this pregnancy,' said Evey adamantly.

Heather frowned, shaking her head at the woman on the table, 'It will be a miracle if you don't miscarry by the end of this trimester; let alone last long enough to give birth. For your sake we need to terminate.'

'No!'

'Evey you could die. You are too thin, too tired, and too stressed. Even if we did manage to put some weight on you and removed all the stress in your life, you are still going to have to be bed bound for the entirety of your third trimester. Plus you are hypertensive. If, and I mean if, you managed to come to term, there would have to be a caesarian. There is no way around it this time.'

'It is a risk I am willing to take. Don't worry about me Heather, I believe in miracles and there is no such thing as a coincidence. I will carry to term.' She looked at the other woman, daring her to persist in this particular aspect of the discussion.

'And the father?' asked the Doctor, 'How do you think the father is going to feel about this when he knows the risk you are taking. Plus, as I said, you will be confined to bed for at least three, maybe four months, who is going to take care of Victor? Who is going to take care of you?'

Evey smiled, 'Victor and I will be taken care of, there is no need to worry there. And how will the father react? He isn't too pleased with the risks, but he does understand. He knows sometimes there are things you just must do. He will help me, and we will manage.'

The look in Heather's eye screamed skepticism. 'Who is the father? I'll need to know in case something happens, in case I need to contact him or if DNA test need to be ran. Is it Eric Finch?'

'No,'

'No?' The surprise in her voice was palpable as she looked at her friend and her patient. 'I don't mean to imply anything, but your life is very public. Is it someone you have just met? I can understand you being lonely and needing companionship now and then. If Eric Finch is not the father, then…' she shrugged slightly in confusion, '…after all he is the only man you are ever seen with, other than your nanny. It's not like Victor's father is still alive.'

Evey just stared at the older lady, waiting for her own words to sink in.

'Oh no,' said Heather quietly, 'I mean, he's not. He died. It's the nanny, the nanny is the father. Right?' she insisted. 'I mean, otherwise, we would be looking at abnormalities in the DNA again. More superhuman children. Evey, what are these tests going to show me?'

'They are going to show you all my children have the same father,' she answered calmly, her eyes never leaving the Doctor's. 'I have been with no one else since the night I met him.'

'But where has he been?'

'With me. You were right when you said the nanny Heather. He is the nanny. V has always been there. All we want is a quiet life and to raise our children. No one can know. When these lab results come back, and if it show abnormalities in the DNA, we must have a plausible story. Please, I am begging you, no one can know he is alive.'

A heavy silence settled in the room like a veil as the two women considered each other. Then, after what seemed like an entirety, Heather Mullins finally spoke. 'The scandal would ruin you, you know that don't you? The entirety of England will be pissed that you have hidden this from us, myself included.'

Evey smiled wearily and nodded, 'At the time, I first thought he was dead, and then when I bent to kiss him goodbye, I had lifted the mask and felt warm air from his lips. At that moment I knew he was still alive. Somehow, I managed to hide him and to replace his body with a mannequin we had in our home. There were many nights I thought he was going to die. He was injured so badly, and then he slipped into a coma for a little over two months. When he woke, he was so incredibly weak.' Tears began streaming down her face as she remembered V's helplessness. 'It took two years for him to recover, and by the time he had, everyone thought he was dead.'

Heather listened intently, sympathizing with her plight. 'What are you going to do Evey? I cannot hide these test results, nor can I hide your pregnancy. Downstairs is already crammed full of reporters and word will get out I'm with you rather than an attending physician. It doesn't take much to figure out an OBGYN equals pregnancy.'

'Yes, I know. I am certain the paramedics who brought me here are giving exclusive interviews by now.' She looked at her hands, clenching the blanket covering her with her fist. 'I don't mind it being known, just as long as no one knows he is alive.' She laughed derisively, 'I guess I am going from England's heroine to England's slut in the next couple of hours.'

'Maybe not; I think the country would like to see you happy.'

Evey shrugged, 'Let's change the subject, shall we?'

Heather smiled and touched her arm before turning back to her file, making notes. 'The bruises on you back, and the hand prints on your arms, who picked you up? Where you thrown against a wall or what exactly?'

'A wall.' She looked at her, silently pleading not to have to answer anymore questions.

Just then Julie, the nurse, entered the room. 'Labs will be ready shortly,' she said while wheeling the ultrasound next to the bed. 'And your son is here, Minister. He is waiting in the lounge with his nanny and an inspector from Scotland Yard. Shall I give him a message for you?'

'Yes,' Evey nodded, 'would you ask Sebastian to come in here please?'

Julie looked surprised as she glanced questioningly at the gynecologist .

'That's fine. We only have some questions remaining, and then we are going to do the ultrasound. He can be present if you want. In fact, I don't advise it, but Victor could see as well.'

'Yes,' approved Evey, 'he would love that. We have been talking to him about being a big brother.'

With affirmation from the doctor, the nurse disappeared to collect the Minister's son and his nanny.

'Now then,' said Heather as she clicked her pen and turned to a page in her file. 'We still have some more questions. I want to look at the ultrasound, but I think you off in your calculations in when you got pregnant. You say you think you are about ten weeks?'

'Give or take, I'm not certain.'

The other glanced up and smiled, 'We'll figure it out. So, okay, when did you stop using contraceptives?'

'The day V kidnapped me five or so years ago.'

'What?' Heather blinked. Had she just heard that statement correctly? Scooting her stool forward she looked at the other woman, her eyes wide. 'Knowing he was used as a guinea pig for biological warfare, you have had unprotected sex with him for five years? Are you mad?'

Evey shrugged, 'Maybe. He is. But to be honest, he thought he could not father children, and then when we found out the hard way he could, you told me I could no longer conceive, so we just sort of never bothered with it.'

In a daze, the doctor moved to her next question. 'So how often do you have sex?'

'Two, three, sometimes four or more…'

'A week? Not bad for a healthy monogamous relationship,' interrupted the other. 'But in your delicate condition, I'm afraid you will have to reduce that down to once every two, three weeks and then you will have to be extremely careful. There can be no rough or even overly active sex. The less, the better. By the third trimester, there can be no sex at all.'

Evey smirked and her eyes glowed as she listened.

'What?' she asked, 'What am I missing now?'

Breaking in to a huge mischievous grin, Evey laughed, 'A day, Heather. We have sex two, three times a day, every day. You know, end of the day, put Victor to bed and then we, well…unwind for a bit.'

'A day?' spluttered the other just as the door opened and the nurse entered followed closely by V with Victor in his arms.

'Mummy!' squealed Victor as he started squirming in his father's arms to be released.

'Mummy, I had a bath, and daddy washed my hair, and I brushed my teeth. See Mummy, all clean. And I have on my dungarees Mummy, just for you. I wanted to look nice for you and the baby, Mummy. Is the baby okay? Daddy's okay now, he isn't bleeding anymore,' chattered the child in what seemed to be one breath as he was set on the floor and darted to the side of the bed. He looked at his mother in a mixture of concern and glee.

Evey smiled wearily, but tenderly, and touched his cheek. 'You look very nice, Honey, and yes, your teeth certainly look clean.' She glanced up at V, saying volumes with her eyes. Holding up her arm, she reached out, silently asking him to take her hand. He did without question as he moved to stand behind his son.

'And?' he asked; his eyes locked on hers.

'And, so far so good.' She squeezed his hand encouragingly.

Relief mixed with the concern in his eyes. Tearing his gaze away from Evey, he looked to the doctor who had at first stared at him and then risen to usher the nurse from the room. She was now in the process of collecting a second chair. 'You have told her?' he mumbled quietly so only Evey could hear.

'Yes,' she squeezed his hand again, 'she needed to know.'

V nodded as she offered him a chair. Sitting he pulled Victor into his lap, never releasing Evey's hand.

'Um, mister, um…' Heather looked at him in confusion, not knowing how to address him.

'You can call me V in private, but publicly, it must be Sebastian.'

'Yes, I'll stick with Sebastian,' bobbing her head at him, she reached for the ultrasound machine. 'We were about to do the ultrasound and Evey thought you and Victor might want to see the babies.'

V's head jerked up and he looked at the doctor incredulously, his eyes narrowing behind his tinted glasses. 'Babies? Plural?'

Evey laughed as he looked at her, his face contorting in question, 'Plural, my love?'

She nodded, her eyes filling with tears of happiness. 'Twins. We're going to have twins this time. That is, if I manage to carry them. Oh V, I will, I must! Twins, my darling, twins.'

He was on his feet in a second, setting Victor on the floor as he leaned over her, capturing her lips with his, kissing her lovingly. 'You will,' he whispered against her lips, 'you will. I will make certain.'

Gently clearing her throat, Heather motioned for him to sit back down. 'Yes, well…Sebastian, you and I have a great deal to discuss. You too young man,' she looked at Victor who was watching as she adjusted Evey's blanket and gown for the ultrasound. 'As a big brother, you are going to have to help take care of Mummy for a while. Can you do that?'

Victor nodded, his eyes wide with wonder at all that was going on around him. He knew something big was occurring, but he was not yet as certain to what it was. He would have to ask his daddy later. What did twins mean anyway?

Flipping on the devise, the doctor applied gel to Evey's stomach, before appling the ultrasound. The was a gurgling sound of static, then the sound of two heart beats as the image came onto the screen. Standing Victor carefully on the corner of the bed, V stood and pointed to the screen.

'See my cub, that's a picture of the inside of Mummy's tummy. There are the babies. There are two of them.'

The little boy looked at the screen and then his mother, his eyes narrowing. 'Why are they on TV Daddy?' he whispered loudly, 'You said they were in Mummy's tummy.'

'They are. This shows you a picture of them in her tummy.'

Victor looked at the screen again and waved. 'Hi babies. Hi.' Frowning he turned to his father, 'They're not waving back.'

Trying desperately not to laugh, V grinned broadly. 'They can't see you. You can see them on the screen, but they can't see you.'

'Can they hear me?'

His father nodded. 'Yes, they can. They can hear if you play them music or read to them or talk to them. They just cannot see you.'

Victor looked again at the screen, uncertainty on his face. 'Do you talk to the picture Daddy?'

'No,' interrupted his mother. 'When you were in my tummy, Daddy would read to you and talk to you by talking to my tummy, where you were growing.'

Lowering himself to his knees, Victor crawled carefully next to his mother. 'Hello babies,' he shouted loudly. 'I'm Victor. I'm your brother. You have to do what I tell you.'

Grinning he looked up at Evey. 'Did they hear me Mummy?'

'Yes,' said V, picking him up and standing him back on the corner of the bed, 'Everyone heard you.'

'Shall we continue?' asked the doctor as she studied the screen, moving the apparatus around to take different angles of the two forms.

Victor stood again in total awe.

'What are they Daddy?' he asked, glancing between his mother's exposed belly and the screen, 'They look yucky. Will they always look that was? Do you know if I have a brother or a sister?'

V looked at Evey who looked at Heather. The woman smiled and adjusted the image.

'Well let's see. Hmmm,' she pointed to an image on the screen, 'This one, the one on the right is most definitely a boy.' She indicated the image, 'See this Victor? This is your brother's head, and arms, and his legs and his…' she paused, not certain what words the parents were using for genitals.

'His penis,' said V quietly, his face beaming. He looked down on Evey who was grinning from ear to ear. 'So much for contrast my love. I guess I was not meant to have a daughter, but do not think I am not thrilled with more sons.'

'Not so fast there,' exclaimed Heather, moving the wand to the other fetus. 'Let's see what we have here.' The image changed, showing another developing head, arms, and legs. 'Come on little one,' mumbled the doctor quietly, 'turn just a little bit.' Reaching down she massaged Evey's stomach directly above the fetus. 'That's it sweetie, roll over and get away from the annoying movement on the outsi…it's a girl.'

'Are you certain?' asked V instantly.

'Most definitely. It's a girl.' She grinned taking in the expression of pure joy on his face.

'Evey,' V exploded, almost whooping loudly, 'My love, we did it! A girl! I have a daughter.' Leaning down he kissed her lips passionately, before showering her face in small, quick kisses. Tears were rolling down his face as he laid his forehead against hers. 'Evey, a daughter!'

Turning off the machine, Heather helped Victor off the bed and then pressed a towel into his mother's hand. 'What say you and I go develop a picture or two of your brother and sister and give your Mummy and Daddy a moment alone?'

'I have to ask Daddy.'

Heather nodded.

'Daddy, Mummy? Can I go get a picture of the babies?'

Looking up, V gave a questioning look to the doctor.

'It prints in the next room, we won't be a sec. Gives you a moment at least.'

Nodding his approval, V smiled at his son. 'Be good and come right back.'

'Yes Daddy.'

Ushering the nurse out ahead of them, Heather led Victor into the next room as V watched them go, listening to Evey weeping beside of him.

'Evey,' he said again, turning to her. 'Don't cry my love. I know it will not be easy, but we can manage three. We may die or be seriously injured in the process, but we will manage.'

Evey began to weep harder. 'What happens if I can't manage? What happens if I lose them?'

'You will not my love,' sitting on the bed, he gathered her in to his arms, 'You will carry them to term, I know you will. When your physician returns and tells all which must happen to assure your health and the health of our babies, we will follow whatever she says. If she tells me you shall need to be carried from room to room and fed only ice cream and pickles for the next six months, I shall do it.'

Evey laughed as she sniffed back her tears, 'I love you.'

Folding her against him, V kissed the top of her head, 'I love you as well, darling Eve. I love you as well.' Putting back from her, he took the tissue from her hand and dried her eyes. 'Now then, dry your tears. We need to speak to our children on some urgent business.'

'What business?'

V grinned, 'Names my love. You will not lose them if we name them.' Reaching across her, he pulled several tissues from a box sitting upon a small table and proceeded to wipe away the gel previously placed on her stomach.

'No, we can't. It will just make it worse if I miscarry. Let's wait.'

Shaking his head, he kissed her again, smiling against her lips. 'I need to know to whom I am speaking my love. I am naming these children here and now. I will then forbid them to come before it is their time.'

Evey shook her head, 'No, not now. You haven't even had time to really think about it yet.'

V laughed, 'I think about it more than you realize. I have known for a long time what I wanted to name our next child, be it a boy or a girl.' He touched her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. 'I think I am about to surprise you, my love.'

'Now then children,' reaching out with his finger, he touched her stomach in reverence, drawing little circles where the ultrasound had indicated his new son to be. 'First you my new little boy, you must have a name and not just any name. You must have a name with grace and power. You will be Eamon, the protector, and like your brother you represent your mother and I, so your complete name will be Eamon ViVant. Eamon, for it means the protector of the flame and like EaVian it is Celtic in its orgin. Vi for strength and Vant, which is for life. All together it represents the strength of the eternal flame of life you being to our family.'

He looked up at Evey and smiled, 'That is if it meets with your mother's approval, this shall be your name.'

She nodded, grinning at him, 'Your right, you've surprised me. I like it. It's very appropriate and it gives him the initials of EVV. It is a perfect name for our new son.'

With a nod, V bent and kissed the area above his son, making Evey giggle, 'And so my boy, since we have your mother's approval, you are most definitely Eamon ViVant.'

Reaching out, Evey stroked V's cheek as he straightened and moved his attention to the area above his daughter, 'So does this mean I get to name the other one?'

'Absolutely not,' he exclaimed in horror. 'Eamon is Celtic for Edmund which you already know. I have used the name you have often said you wanted if we were to have a second son; therefore in a way, you have named both our sons. It is my turn to name my daughter.'

'Don't you mean our daughter?' asked Evey innocently.

'Yes, of course.' He glanced at her and then back to the smooth flesh he had been gently stroking. 'Of course, she will most definitely be ours.'

Not wanting to deny him his obvious need to name their child, Evey smiled and touched his hand. 'What is to be her name?'

'Ah my love, it is very special, the name I have chosen. You, my darling little girl, you shall be greater than your brothers, for as a woman you can bring forth life. You can replenish the Earth and create a future. Your name must be strong, but it must also represent the woman from which you come; the power, the gentleness, the Goddess who is your mother.'

Evey laughed, but quickly became quiet as he glared at her. 'Sorry darling, it was the Goddess thing.'

'And so my little one,' Tilting his head, he turned his attention back to his unborn child. 'You will be Enya which means full of fire. It a name found in the legends of an ancient Celtic Queen who stole fire from the Heavens and brought it down to Earth to her people. This is why I have been very careful in choosing your name. Your next name shall be ViVian. Vi the tower of strength and Vian, full of life. Like your brothers, once your name is complete, you, Enya ViVian will represent your mother and me. You will make us very proud and with your brothers, Victor, the keeper of life and fire and Eamon, its protector, you my children will be a force to be reckoned with.'

Again he bent and kissed Evey's stomach, before raising and kissing her. 'You have no say in this name my love. She will be Enya.'

'I wouldn't dare,' she spoke against his lips. 'It's a beautiful name. Both are wonderful names.'

'Daddy!' The door opened and Victor came into the room with a photo in each hand and a stethoscope around his neck. 'Daddy, I have a picture of my sister and a picture of my brother. Want to see them?'

Releasing Evey, he turned to face his son. 'Most definitely, Victor. I most certainly would, as I believe Mummy would too.'

The little boy handed over the pictures which his parents examined before handing them back. 'Be careful with those,' said Evey as she adjusted her gown and blanket. 'We will put them on your bulletin board at home, and then later, we will put them in their baby books.'

'Okay Mummy,' smiled her son as he took the photos and looked at them again.

'What are we going to call them Mummy? Can we call one booger and the other one worm ?'

'No!' replied both his parents in unison.

'There is to be absolutely no worms or boogers in this family,' declared V, adamantly.

Victor frowned as he looked at the pictures. 'But what will I call them if they don't have names?

'Well,' said Evey patiently, 'They do. We gave them names while you were making their pictures. Your brother is going to be Eamon, and your sister is Enya.'

Victor looked again at the pictures and then his mother, his brow furrowing, 'I don't like it. I like booger and worm.'

'Tough,' declared V. 'They are going to be Enya and Eamon. You are to address them as such.'

'Yes Daddy,' he sighed and laid the photos on the floor, bending over them to look at them closer. 'When Daddy's not around, you are going to be booger and worm.'

Evey and V exchanged a glance before turning their attention to the physician who was quietly laughing at the exchange.

'I made you another set,' whispered Heather quietly indicating to Victor and his new interest. She looked at the happy couple. 'Right then, we still have questions to answer, a plan needs to be developed, and a due date set. From the looks of it Evey, you missed by a couple of weeks. I am thinking you are right at then beginning of your twelfth week, only six more months to go.'

She glanced at Victor, who was alternating between the two ultrasound photos. 'Do you have a sitter, or can I send him to the nursery for a bit? I need to talk to you both.'

V nodded and collected Victor. 'Let's you and I go see Dominic for a moment cub. You can show him the pictures and tell him about the babies. You can tell him their names too, but please use the proper ones, not your booger or, what was the other?'

'Worm Daddy.' He held up the picture labeled, "Hammond, girl." 'This one is Worm and this one is Booger.' He held up the other photo.

Sighing V shook his head as both Heather and Evey burst out with laughter.

Glaring at them, V turned to his son.

'Let us have Dominic take you to visit Eric. You can tell him all about them too. Make certain you let him know there are defiantly two babies and not one. Tell him your Daddy got your Mummy seriously pregnant.'

'V!' exclaimed Evey behind him. 'Don't you dare have him tell Eric that.'

'Don't listen to her, be certain to tell him.' He told his son, grinning. 'And while you are away, Mummy and I need to speak with the doctor about your brother and sister.'

Bouncing enthusiastically, Victor allowed himself to be lead away.

Author's note

Huge thank you to Freespiritedone and BoDucky who spent several hours with me one evening on instant messenger sorting through and discussing various baby names until we found the perfect combinations. (This was before they were kidnapped by the bio-chemistry and organic chemistry demons at their respected universities)

Vivant is French by the way and we ALL (Free, Duck, and myself) agreed one of them had to be Edmund or a variation there of.

Also really big thank you to Noquisi-Waya gave me "Worm" and "Booger."...When in doubt what a little kid can come up with... go ask a pre-school teacher. Thank you Ms Noquisi

Next chapter…sighs, no clue. Lucky to get this one done.

Please don't disappoint Victor…or me or Duck or Free and at least tell us if you like the names…..hears crickets chirping.