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Chapter 4

Kara shifted so she was facing Lee in the bed they shared. Lee was fast asleep, making Kara even more frustrated that she was still awake. What was even more frustrating was the reason why she was still wide awake. Kara was hungry. And not just any kind of hungry; she wanted a strawberry shortcake. Desperate as she was, she would even take strawberry preserve shortcake, seeing as how the fleet was somewhat low on fresh fruit.

With an audible sigh Kara shifted over to face the wall. Gods, she missed being able to sleep on her stomach. Ever since she had discovered she was pregnant, Kara had developed a fear of sleeping on her stomach; she was worried she would squish the baby. This meant she had another seven and a half months of sleeping on her aching sides. Kara blew out a breath of air loudly and rolled onto her back.

"Alright, Kara," murmured Lee sleepily, "what's wrong? You've been moving around for the last two hours."

"Nothing's wrong," replied Kara.

"You're wide awake and sighing like some Greek tragedy. C'mon, you can tell me. That's what I'm here for." Lee shifted into a sitting position and pulled Kara into his arms. Within seconds Kara was crying into his chest.

"I…can't…sleep!" she sniffed. "I'm hungry!"

Lee chuckled. It still amazed him to see Kara get choked up over all the little things in life. The kid was definitely bringing out her sensitive side for the whole ship to see. "Is that all? You're hungry. Kara, all you had to do was ask me to get you something to eat."

Kara perked up and wiped away her tears. She was going to strangle the baby for all the times she had been crying lately. "Really? You'll get me something to eat?"

"Of course. What do you want?"

"A strawberry shortcake."

"Alright, one straw—wait a second…strawberry shortcake?" demanded Lee stopping midway from picking his pants up off a nearby chair.

Kara nodded. "That's what I want, Captain."

"Kara, you do know that Galactica doesn't carry any of the ingredients to make one, don't you?"

"I'm not going to sleep until I get one." Kara folded her arms across her chest and leaned back against the wall of the bed.

Lee groaned. "Man, you really know how to play the pregnant woman card. I'm taking all those books away first thing tomorrow. There's no way in hell I can last another seven months."

"And a half. Seven and a half months, Lee. Now, you better hurry. You need some sleep before you go on duty in five hours."

"I need a lot of things," muttered Lee to himself as he pulled his pants and regulation tanks on. He gave Kara a quick kiss on the head and let himself out of their small storage room turned home. Lee barely acknowledged the pilots who saluted him as he walked by. How the hell was he supposed to hunt down strawberry shortcake this time of night? Shaking his head, Lee made his way over to his father's room and knocked on the door.

Commander Adama was half asleep as he opened the door to find his son standing on the other side. Instantly he was alert. "What's wrong? Is Kara alright? Is something wrong with the baby?"

"The baby's fine. Kara's great…if not a little hungry," replied Lee stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. Adama narrowed his eyes but took a seat, motioning for Lee to do the same.

"So what the frack are you doing here disturbing my sleep?" growled Adama rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Like I said, Kara's hungry."

"Then get some grub from the mess hall."

"That's just the thing; Kara wants something a little more…scarce."

"How scarce?" Adama knew what it was like to feel the wrath of a hungry pregnant woman; he could only imagine how hard it was for Lee, especially since a lot of food they had grown up on were practically unheard of these days.

"She wants a strawberry shortcake."

"A what? Galactica doesn't make those. This is a war ship, not a civilian vessel!"

Lee brightened up. "So the civilian ships carry the ingredients? Do you think they'll mind if I take some to feed Kara?"

"Son, it's not a good hour to be disturbing the civilians for something as trivial as food," answered Adama with a frown. "Just get Kara something out of the mess hall, and first thing in the morning we'll get her a strawberry shortcake."

"Dad, you don't understand! Kara won't go to sleep until she gets one! I tried to ignore her for two hours…but it's kind of hard to ignore someone when they keep tossing and turning in the same bed as you! You've got to help me! She's carrying your grandchild!" Lee looked at his father imploringly. Adama sighed and nodded. One time wouldn't hurt.

"Fine. Let me get dressed and we'll go down to the C.I.C. and start making some calls. She better appreciate this." Adama quickly dressed and walked with Lee to the C.I.C. Along the way they woke Lieutenant Gaeta and Dee up. Might as well get everyone who knew Kara best involved.

"Can't you just get her a chocolate bar? Cally's got a few stashed in her locker," mumbled Dee as she struggled to wake up.

"Don't mention that to Kara," warned Lee. "Chocolate's even harder to come across than a strawberry shortcake."

"Maybe if you hadn't gotten her pregnant we wouldn't be so touchy at this lovely hour," grumbled Gaeta looking through some paperwork.

"Believe me, that thought crosses my mind ten times a day. She's becoming harder to live with. She still thinks she isn't going to get fat." Lee ignored Dee who snorted at the thought. "And now she's gotten to the point that she won't let anything touch her stomach, because she doesn't want to squish the baby."

"She's a careful mother. It is her first child," said the Commander as he double checked the papers Gaeta was going through.

"No, she's trying to make it so that I never get her pregnant again."

Dee giggled. "Don't you think you're exaggerating?"

"Hardly. I want this baby more than anything, but if having another one means going through another nine months of Kara and her theories on being pregnant, I think I'm good with just one kid. Period," returned Lee with a shake of his head.

"Good," agreed Gaeta. " 'Cause there are only so many times I'll be willing to get up and hunt down food for our favorite pregnant pilot. Aha! Found the ingredients. Cloud Nine has everything possible for astrawberry shortcake. They even have some fresh strawberries."

"I'll make the call," murmured Dee picking up her headset. Lee just nodded in relief.

Two hours later Lee, Gaeta, Dee, and the Commander were putting together a large strawberry shortcake for Kara in the mess hall. Once it was complete they marched it over to the storage room that housed Kara and Lee.

"Kara, look what we found you!" announced Lee swinging the door open. The small group stepped inside, only to find Kara snuggled with Lee's pillow, fast asleep.

The Commander was the first to speak. "Looks like we took too long."

"Think she'll mind if we eat it?" asked Gaeta. Lee and his father exchanged glances and shrugged.

"What the hell?" said Lee. "She probably forgot all about it."

The group left the room with the strawberry shortcake and returned to the mess hall. By the time Lee returned to his room and crawled into bed he was exhausted. An hour and a half later the alarm went off, waking Lee out of a deep sleep. He groaned and opened his eyes, only to find himself staring into Kara's.

"What?" he murmured struggling out of bed.

"Where's my strawberry shortcake?" asked Kara innocently. Lee groaned. It was going to be another long day.

A/N—It's been a while, I know…but I've been prepping for school. It starts up this week, so my absences with new chapters are going to be a little longer. I'm taking a lot of classes this semester…so please be patient. And, as usual, enjoy!