Just a little in-between time. It wouldn't be right to jump to the next part without including the rest of the ship…it's not just Lee and Kara that live there, you know. Have fun…and we will get to where we're all going….

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It had been a chilly night. He pulled the covers a little higher to cover the both of them and felt her snuggle even tighter. It had been a month since he'd first come to spend the night, and was thinking of asking the Commander if he could make it a permanent gesture. He loved her enough to give up his own bunk and move into the brig quarters with her, if that was what it took.

Tyrol felt her shudder in her sleep, accompanied by a soft moan. Another nightmare. Boomer never remembered her nightmares before, and he doubted she would this time. Her eyelids fluttered half-open.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Mmm-hmm."

She sighed as she stretched against him. It was still dark, which meant Galen didn't have to go yet. The guards usually woke him up at 05:30 to get going for his 06:00 shift.

He reveled in her smile. This was when he was most content. Every day he looked forward to coming in after chow. And for the days that he could not come, he would send word with Sharon, Helo or Starbuck.

"Did you have another bad dream, Sharon?"

Boomer sat a little more upright. She nodded, remembering only bits and pieces of it.

"Yeah. It's a little hazy, though. Cylons, babies. Mostly just a horrible, cold feeling. I don't know what to make of it. Maybe I'm just going crazy."

She said this playfully, reaching down to tickle Tyrol's side. He was the most entertaining part of her day. He makes my life down here bearable.

The lights came on, flooding their little private world. The Chief groaned and stretched, knowing that he had to go out and make the knuckle-draggers do their job. The past three days he'd not been able to come, having spent 18-hour shifts during repetitive Cylon attacks. They were looking for something. Once the fleet had jumped right into the middle of them, and quickly jumped back out.

"Sorry Sharon. Looks like I have to go. I'll come back after chow, yes?"

The pout to her lips gave him every indication of how she felt. Boomer nodded, wondering how she would make it through another one.

"Hey, I'll go talk to Adama today if I can. Try to have fun with the tyke."

He hugged her tightly and a little tear fell down her cheek as she watched him go. She hoped that the distraction Sharon, Tamara and Christopher provided each day would keep her busy enough that she would forget. She was tired of the gaping hole that it left in her soul.

If I even have a soul.

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"He's a month old! How do you expect to hide a month-old baby! I must be out of my mind to even think of doing such a thing!"

Slowly he felt her hand glide across his shoulders, sending shivers down the middle of his spine. She came around to face him, flashing the brilliant smile that had always been her trademark.

"I wouldn't have asked it if God was not willing to provide. We can keep a secret, just like you humans. We have our ways."

He shook his head. There was no way he could think of that they were going to get away with it.

"Oh, and you just expect me to be able to remove a baby from the room, with no one suspecting me when I don't bring him back? How have you worked that one out, if you don't mind telling me?"

Six placed a finger to Gaius' mouth.

"Shhh. Everything will be taken care of. You'll see."

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Even the spit-up on the lapel of his dress uniform couldn't make Lee angry. He held the baby a little above him, waiting for Kara to come back with a wet cloth.

"Hurry up here, before it dries!"

She came into the room, laughing at the scene. Proud papa holding drooling baby, Colonial Press, page 8. When Christopher was born, he was the talk of the fleet. Playa Palacios had asked for an exclusive interview with the Captain of the Air Group/Presidential Advisor himself. The fact that Starbuck was his mother was completely ignored. And so they had refused, as a family. Ha! Funny family we are.

A month had gone by, and they hadn't resolved anything between them. Still, they weren't fighting as much as they usually did.

"Keep your pants on, Lee. It's breast milk. It doesn't stain."

The look of disgust on his face was classic. She wished she'd had a camera so that she could get a snapshot of this moment. But she was sure there would be many more to come.

"Hand him over, Lee. I've got to get him changed and dressed before Helo comes to pick him up to take him over to Sharon's."

Apollo snuggled his son one last time, kissing him on the forehead for good measure.

"Daddy will come see you this afternoon. Be a good boy."

Kara snickered and rolled her eyes. How he could be a bad boy, she didn't know.

"Lee. He's a month old. Give him some time before you give him any more bright ideas."

He looked at her and replied sarcastically.

"That's your department, remember? I'll see you on CAP."

She watched him stride out of the room, holding his shoulders high. Being a father had brought a brightness to his life, taking away some of the pain of his mother's and brother's deaths. Kara looked at little Christopher, wondering how their little miracle would turn out.

"Daddy's a widdle cwrazy, isn't he? But he's a Daddy. And I'm your Mommy. And I love you vewry, vewry much."

The laughter coming from Helo as he entered brought her out of Mommy mode, and made her realize she needed to hurry up or she would be late. The last thing I need today is to have an argument with Lee.

"Hand me the baby, Kara. Or we're never gonna get out of here."

Helo shook his head as he watched her walk ever so slowly to the door on her way to the head, winking as she turned. He looked down at his godson, who was staring up at him curiously.

"Your mommy will never learn."

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