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"It's kinda…small," remarked Kara studying the room. Lee rolled his eyes and looked over at his father.
The Commander simply shrugged. "President Roslin said that if you two were going to have a baby and argue about it, then it would be better for all if you lived…away from your fellow pilots. Far away."
Kara snorted. "So you turned an old storage room into out new home? Thanks, Gramps, the kid is really gonna like you."
"Be nice, Kara," warned Lee. "We're lucky they didn't just ship us over to one of the civilian carriers."
"At least then we would have gotten a bigger room."
"You want a bigger room?" asked the Commander. "Then get married."
"What for? Your son whines all the time. If I married him, I'd have to actually listen to him. Are you crazy?"
"You're having his child, remember? He owes you."
"Oh yeah." Kara perked up. "Hey, Lee, when are you gonna start waiting on me hand and foot?"
Lee made a face. "When President Roslin grows a beard."
"That could happen you know. All she needs to do is drink something strong. Sour milk might do the trick."
"Don't have milk," pointed out Lee.
"Are you always so negative?"
"With you around? Yeah."
"Cut it out, you two. I won't let my grandkid be influenced by your foul mouths." Commander shook his head as Lee and Kara stuck their tongues out at one another. "Then again, the kid doesn't stand a chance being raised by the two of you."
"Thanks for the moral support, dad. Remind me to leave Kara with you when she's crabby from mood swings in a couple of months."
"If I'm crabby, Lee, it's gonna be because you aren't pulling your weight in this pregnancy."
"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" demanded Lee.
"You carry the baby for nine months."
"Sure thing, Kara. Let me get right on that."
"You have a stick up your ass again—this is how I ended up pregnant!"
"Whoa!" cried out the Commander stepping in between the feuding pilots. "I don't need to know any of this!"
"You're missing out on one hell of a story," remarked Kara with a grin.
"Be still my beating heart."
"That's it, the kid is not gonna spend time with you once I go back on flight status."
Lee frowned. "Kara, he's the Commander—and the grandfather. If he can't baby-sit this kid, who will?"
"I'm still working on that. Have some patience will you?"
"Oh sure, why not? What else am I going to do for the next few months?" Lee turned to his father pleadingly. "Is it too late to get a new roommate?"
"Get anyone else pregnant and I'll lock you up in the brig and make Kara the CAG." With that, the Commander turned on his heels and left the room. Lee and Kara became quiet.
Kara walked around the room studying every nook and cranny. "Alright, Papa Bear get cracking. I want this place in tip-top shape by the time I return."
"Where the frack are you going?" demanded Lee sternly, stopping Kara in her tracks.
"Gambling."
"Not carrying my baby you are!'
"Try and stop me, flyboy!"
"Want me to call the doc?"
Kara blanched. She knew what he would say. No alcohol. No smoke. No gambling. "Then what am I supposed to do to keep myself sane for the next lifetime?"
Lee picked up a book out of a storage bin and thrust it into Kara's hands. He started down the hallway to begin carting their belongings into their new home.
"101 Ways to Become the Perfect Mom? Is this someone's idea of a joke?" screeched Kara to Lee's retreating figure.
"All courtesy of the President!" called back Lee. Kara narrowed her eyes and hurled the book down the hall, knocking Dr. Baltar to the ground as he emerged to see what all the yelling was about. Other bystanders quickly vanished as more books flew out of the old storage room.
There were still nine more months to go.
A/N—Alright, I know it took a while. I have to say that I was quite surprised at how many requests I received to turn this into an ongoing story. So here I am trying my best. Enjoy!