"Don't forget that we have that doctor's appointment today, Kit," he
reminded her, earlier in the morning, letting her know that he'd come get
her when it was time to go.
"I won't. I'm actually looking forward to it. Can you believe that it's almost three months now?"
"Three months? Already?" he asks, coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and softly laying his hands on the gentle swell of her belly. "If I'm not mistaken, they should be doing a sonogram this time. I can't wait to find out what the baby looks like. I hope that it looks like you, little fox."
That afternoon, he comes into the lab where she was working, breaking down an explosive used in a sabotage attempt. "It's time to go, babe," he tells her, grabbing her sweatshirt off of a hook by the door and holding it for her as she shrugged it on, after she had found a stopping point in her research.
He leads her out to his truck, tenderly helping her into the passenger seat and hustling around to the other side. They arrive at the doctor's office with ten minutes to spare, with her signing them in and then sitting in one of the unoccupied seats around the room.
The nurse comes in to call them, and Edwin helps Kit out of the chair and keeps his hand on the small of her back, guiding her and silently letting her know that he was there for the long haul, no matter what happened. She led them into one of the rooms and did the usual pre-doctor checklist.
Kit shifts in her seat. "I gotta go to the bathroom...bad."
"Well, actually, looking at the notes that Dr. Sheridan wrote, it looks like she wanted to do a sonogram today, so it's best that you have a full bladder. It'll make it easier to find the baby."
"Oh. Cool," exclaimed Edwin. "You learn something new every day."
The nurse leaves the room and shortly thereafter, Doctor Sheridan comes in. She measures the swollen mound of her belly and feels the baby on each side.
"I have a feeling that you may be carrying more than one, unless this baby is so utterly quicksilver. On both sides of your belly, I feel the baby's back. Okay, I need for you to lie back, pull your shirt up and tuck it under your bra, and to pull your pants down below your belly and tuck this towel around them."
She gets up and darkens the lights, pulling the ultrasound machine over. Edwin shifts position to stand on Kit's other side. Sheridan squeezes some gel on Kit's abdomen and begins the ultrasound.
"Well, congratulations. It's twins!"
"Why am I not surprised?" Kit asked, sarcastically.
"I wonder, could it be because both parents were twins," Edwin answered in the same tone of voice.
"Do you want to know the sexes?"
"No!" both Edwin and Kit emphasize in unison.
"It would ruin the surprise," Kit complained.
"I've got an idea. Let's call my parents tonight before we leave for the concert."
"Works for me." Kit's head comes up sharply. "What concert?"
"Oh. You haven't opened the package yet. Wait until we get back to the base."
"Okay."
That morning, he'd sent her a package and told her to wait until she got off duty that afternoon to open it. She was exhausted when she got back, but as soon as she saw the package lying on her bed, she opened it. Inside were a beautiful, velvet and satin, knee length, dark green dress, and tickets to a concert, with a note that said to be ready by eight o'clock or they'd miss the show.
He didn't want to miss the concert because he had a very special surprise planned for Kit. He wasn't going to let on to her just how nervous he really was that day. All day he just couldn't keep his mind on what he was supposed to be doing. At least nothing really big had happened. No injuries other than the occasional cut and/or scrape, and two sprained ankles.
He caught himself more than once watching her gracefulness as she took care of the patients that walked in. None of the guys complained when they found out she was going to be the one taking care of them. In fact, on more than one occasion, they'd asked for her, even though she didn't believe it when he and Stretcher, Bree or Doc had told her about it.
Edwin whistled as he climbed the stairs up to his quarters. Tonight was the night. The night he was going to get the answer to the most important question that he had ever asked anyone in his life. He reached in his pocket to get his keys and came into contact with the little black velvet box that contained the ring. He smiled. He could almost predict what Kit was going to say.
"Edwin, I know that you feel obligated to marry me just because of the babies. I can't handle that. I need to know that I'm the reason you're proposing. I'll marry for love, and nothing less. I'm not going to make the same mistake that my parents made, the one that sent me to hell because they goofed up." He knew what his argument was going to be, how he could get around that one-track mindset of hers.
Kit is in the middle of her bath when the phone rings. She grabs the handset and answers it. Her face grows pale as she listens.
"Here? On...on the base? But- but why? Okay. First things first, though, I have a call to make."
She tries to call Edwin, but no one answers his phone. She shrugs and gets dressed; deciding to meet him after this encounter is over.
She walks over to the command center, greenshirts whistling at her until they realize who it is.
As soon as she gets into the room where her family had camped out, they start in on her. They accuse her of everything from breaking up her parents' marriage all the way to murder. Kit takes all this in stride. She refuses to get physically violent, knowing that Grand Slam, Dusty, Mainframe, Flint, Duke, Sci-Fi, Lowlight and Hawk are watching the monitors to keep a close eye on her, to help out if she needs them. If any physical violence broke out, they'd be in the room faster than a duck on a junebug. She had also left a message on Lifeline's answering machine about where and why she'd be.
About five minutes after the argument started, the door bursts open and Lifeline comes barreling through, going straight to the side of his girlfriend- the mother to be of his twin children. He reaches around her and pulls her close to his side, fire flashing in his eyes as he listens to the accusations.
"Why are you doing this? Why are you coming after her after all this time? You never wanted anything to do with her before. Why now? She hasn't done anything to you."
"She exists! That's the problem. If we want to be happy, then she has to die."
"No one is going to die. There has to be another solution."
"The only solution is that she has to die. As long as she is alive, there will always be someone who can remember her existence. I'm going to take her out of the equation of our family so that we can live happily," said her mother.
Lifeline steps in front of Vixen. "You'd have to go through me first."
The darker of the two young men in the room shrugs and swings at him. Lifeline blocks the punch and counters with one of his own, connecting. Kit backpedals to give him room to maneuver, and comes hard up against the wall.
The woman in the room takes this opportunity to get close to her and sinks a punch into her abdomen. Kit doubles over in agony as the door slams open and Mainframe, Flint, Grand Slam and Sci-Fi fly through, fists flying. The woman keeps punching and kicking her while she's down. Kit curls up in as small a ball as she can get to protect the twins.
Lifeline sets up and executes a perfect roundhouse kick, knocking the young man out, while the rest of the guys take the remaining family into custody. He turns and finds Kit lying on the floor, clutching her stomach. He immediately drops to his knees to check her out.
When he deems it okay to move her, he slips his arms around her, one behind her back and one behind her knees, and picks her up, holding her close to his chest, and carries her to the infirmary where the news of what had happened had already spread. The rest of the guys make a ring around them, guarding both of them. Both Doc and Stretcher take control and run the necessary tests, letting Lifeline calm down and be with his girlfriend.
"I won't. I'm actually looking forward to it. Can you believe that it's almost three months now?"
"Three months? Already?" he asks, coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and softly laying his hands on the gentle swell of her belly. "If I'm not mistaken, they should be doing a sonogram this time. I can't wait to find out what the baby looks like. I hope that it looks like you, little fox."
That afternoon, he comes into the lab where she was working, breaking down an explosive used in a sabotage attempt. "It's time to go, babe," he tells her, grabbing her sweatshirt off of a hook by the door and holding it for her as she shrugged it on, after she had found a stopping point in her research.
He leads her out to his truck, tenderly helping her into the passenger seat and hustling around to the other side. They arrive at the doctor's office with ten minutes to spare, with her signing them in and then sitting in one of the unoccupied seats around the room.
The nurse comes in to call them, and Edwin helps Kit out of the chair and keeps his hand on the small of her back, guiding her and silently letting her know that he was there for the long haul, no matter what happened. She led them into one of the rooms and did the usual pre-doctor checklist.
Kit shifts in her seat. "I gotta go to the bathroom...bad."
"Well, actually, looking at the notes that Dr. Sheridan wrote, it looks like she wanted to do a sonogram today, so it's best that you have a full bladder. It'll make it easier to find the baby."
"Oh. Cool," exclaimed Edwin. "You learn something new every day."
The nurse leaves the room and shortly thereafter, Doctor Sheridan comes in. She measures the swollen mound of her belly and feels the baby on each side.
"I have a feeling that you may be carrying more than one, unless this baby is so utterly quicksilver. On both sides of your belly, I feel the baby's back. Okay, I need for you to lie back, pull your shirt up and tuck it under your bra, and to pull your pants down below your belly and tuck this towel around them."
She gets up and darkens the lights, pulling the ultrasound machine over. Edwin shifts position to stand on Kit's other side. Sheridan squeezes some gel on Kit's abdomen and begins the ultrasound.
"Well, congratulations. It's twins!"
"Why am I not surprised?" Kit asked, sarcastically.
"I wonder, could it be because both parents were twins," Edwin answered in the same tone of voice.
"Do you want to know the sexes?"
"No!" both Edwin and Kit emphasize in unison.
"It would ruin the surprise," Kit complained.
"I've got an idea. Let's call my parents tonight before we leave for the concert."
"Works for me." Kit's head comes up sharply. "What concert?"
"Oh. You haven't opened the package yet. Wait until we get back to the base."
"Okay."
That morning, he'd sent her a package and told her to wait until she got off duty that afternoon to open it. She was exhausted when she got back, but as soon as she saw the package lying on her bed, she opened it. Inside were a beautiful, velvet and satin, knee length, dark green dress, and tickets to a concert, with a note that said to be ready by eight o'clock or they'd miss the show.
He didn't want to miss the concert because he had a very special surprise planned for Kit. He wasn't going to let on to her just how nervous he really was that day. All day he just couldn't keep his mind on what he was supposed to be doing. At least nothing really big had happened. No injuries other than the occasional cut and/or scrape, and two sprained ankles.
He caught himself more than once watching her gracefulness as she took care of the patients that walked in. None of the guys complained when they found out she was going to be the one taking care of them. In fact, on more than one occasion, they'd asked for her, even though she didn't believe it when he and Stretcher, Bree or Doc had told her about it.
Edwin whistled as he climbed the stairs up to his quarters. Tonight was the night. The night he was going to get the answer to the most important question that he had ever asked anyone in his life. He reached in his pocket to get his keys and came into contact with the little black velvet box that contained the ring. He smiled. He could almost predict what Kit was going to say.
"Edwin, I know that you feel obligated to marry me just because of the babies. I can't handle that. I need to know that I'm the reason you're proposing. I'll marry for love, and nothing less. I'm not going to make the same mistake that my parents made, the one that sent me to hell because they goofed up." He knew what his argument was going to be, how he could get around that one-track mindset of hers.
Kit is in the middle of her bath when the phone rings. She grabs the handset and answers it. Her face grows pale as she listens.
"Here? On...on the base? But- but why? Okay. First things first, though, I have a call to make."
She tries to call Edwin, but no one answers his phone. She shrugs and gets dressed; deciding to meet him after this encounter is over.
She walks over to the command center, greenshirts whistling at her until they realize who it is.
As soon as she gets into the room where her family had camped out, they start in on her. They accuse her of everything from breaking up her parents' marriage all the way to murder. Kit takes all this in stride. She refuses to get physically violent, knowing that Grand Slam, Dusty, Mainframe, Flint, Duke, Sci-Fi, Lowlight and Hawk are watching the monitors to keep a close eye on her, to help out if she needs them. If any physical violence broke out, they'd be in the room faster than a duck on a junebug. She had also left a message on Lifeline's answering machine about where and why she'd be.
About five minutes after the argument started, the door bursts open and Lifeline comes barreling through, going straight to the side of his girlfriend- the mother to be of his twin children. He reaches around her and pulls her close to his side, fire flashing in his eyes as he listens to the accusations.
"Why are you doing this? Why are you coming after her after all this time? You never wanted anything to do with her before. Why now? She hasn't done anything to you."
"She exists! That's the problem. If we want to be happy, then she has to die."
"No one is going to die. There has to be another solution."
"The only solution is that she has to die. As long as she is alive, there will always be someone who can remember her existence. I'm going to take her out of the equation of our family so that we can live happily," said her mother.
Lifeline steps in front of Vixen. "You'd have to go through me first."
The darker of the two young men in the room shrugs and swings at him. Lifeline blocks the punch and counters with one of his own, connecting. Kit backpedals to give him room to maneuver, and comes hard up against the wall.
The woman in the room takes this opportunity to get close to her and sinks a punch into her abdomen. Kit doubles over in agony as the door slams open and Mainframe, Flint, Grand Slam and Sci-Fi fly through, fists flying. The woman keeps punching and kicking her while she's down. Kit curls up in as small a ball as she can get to protect the twins.
Lifeline sets up and executes a perfect roundhouse kick, knocking the young man out, while the rest of the guys take the remaining family into custody. He turns and finds Kit lying on the floor, clutching her stomach. He immediately drops to his knees to check her out.
When he deems it okay to move her, he slips his arms around her, one behind her back and one behind her knees, and picks her up, holding her close to his chest, and carries her to the infirmary where the news of what had happened had already spread. The rest of the guys make a ring around them, guarding both of them. Both Doc and Stretcher take control and run the necessary tests, letting Lifeline calm down and be with his girlfriend.