This is a Carby fic, mostly set about 3 years in the future. Kem and the baby never happened but Carter did go to the Congo. The first bit is in the past though, sort of a flashback.

Hopefully when you read it, it'll make sense but tell me if it doesn't and I'll try and modify so it's clearer.

R&R please.

I don't own any of them, except the ones I made up of course. Enjoy!

Wish upon a star

"Hey Johnny, how you doing buddy?" The boy bent down into the crib and retrieved his little brother. "Shhh, don't cry." Slowly the baby's cries died away as he recognized his brother rocking him gently in his arms. Softly the older boy started to sing, sitting down in the rocking chair and tucking the thick blanket around the young baby.

"Somewhere over the rainbow, Way up high, there's a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby."

"Bobby, what are you doing in here?"

"Gamma, Johnny was crying and I couldn't find mom or Lydia." Bobby looked up at his grandmother sheepishly. "I made him go to sleep."

"Well done sweety. Shall we put him back in his crib now; it's nearly your bed time." Gamma smiled at his two grandsons, both with the same enchanting brown eyes and fluffy brown hair. Bobby laid Johnny back into his crib and whispered a 'good night' between the bars before following his beloved Gamma into his own room down the hall. He was in his pajamas in a flash and between the soft blankets.

"'Mr Roger's and the balloon' or 'Fuzzy-wuzzy and the mystery men'?" Gamma asked, holding two books up. This was the one time when grandmother and grandson could spend time together, curled up reading stories. This time Bobby shook his head.

"Sing for me. Please."

"Which song? Twinkle twinkle?"

"Somewhere over the rainbow." He requested, the familiar lullaby soothing him into perfect sleep.

"Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true."

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"John! Wake up; you're going to be late!"

"Waaa!?" He tumbled off the bed, landing in a heap on the floor, at the feet of his fiancé. "Hey, no fair. Remember, no shouting in the morning."

"I'm sorry baby. But you are going to be late." Abby ruffled his already scruffy hair and smiled. "You look so...untidy in the morning." She said, good naturedly.

"You would too if you slept next to Thrashy, the 8th dwarf. I had to dodge the arms and legs all night." She laughed and helped him up, shoving him towards the bathroom.

A few minutes later he returned to the bedroom where his scrubs were laid out for him, along with underpants and socks and the smell of coffee emulated from the kitchen, enticing him. He threw the clothes on and bounced in, plonking himself down opposite a less-than well looking Abby.

"Abby, you gonna...?"

"Hurl? Yes." She sprinted into the bathroom and slammed the door. This was common place in the Carter apartment, and would be for the next 2-4 weeks. After that it should go away but might be replaced with swollen ankles.

"I can't stand this any longer. It's too much!" She wailed, reappearing. John opened his arms and she tucked herself into his lap.

"It's only for a little while longer. And it's going to be worth it all soon." Abby nodded and took a sip of John's juice, the only breakfast beverage available to her, what with caffeine being out of the question.

"What time you home?" He asked, stroking her arm.

"8pm. What about you?"

"7pm. I'll make dinner."

"Yeah right, ie. You'll order in dinner." He nodded and laughed. "Probably."

"Well I'm going to have a bath." She kissed him and wriggled out of his lap. "I'll see you at work." John nodded and finished his coffee.

"Bye!" He called, grabbing his keys and coat then leaving the apartment.

Abby ran the bath and slid in, sighing as the hot water enveloped her body. Her bump was starting to properly show and she loved her new shape. John loved lying down and singing to her tummy in his endearingly out of tune way. Every time it was the same song.

"Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me."

He had told her it was just some old song his gamma used to sing but Abby knew it was more than that. It was something special to him- the look he got in his eyes every time he sang it gave away everything.

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Sorry this was so short. The next two parts are longer and more interesting, I promise.