Disclaimers—After a while this gets tedious; you guys know I don't own this stuff.
Chapter 6
"Where's the doc? Doesn't he realize I have a shift in two hours?" muttered Lee to himself as he paced back and forth beside the bed where Kara was laying.
"I won't say anything if you leave," replied Kara casually. Lee stopped to glare at the blonde pilot darkly. "Guess not," she continued to herself.
"This is my kid too. I'm going to be here for every single thing possible concerning it."
Kara shrugged. "Just remember that when it comes time to change the diaper."
"Alright, stop your yakking," growled Dr. Cottle pushing the curtains closed behind him. For the first time in his life the doctor did not have a cigar sticking out of his mouth. Noticing Lee and Kara's shocked expressions, the doctor sighed. "The Commander was nice enough to threaten my life if I smoke anywhere near his grandchild, unborn or not. I think the warning came with some kind of lifetime guarantee."
"Look at it this way;" said Kara with a grin, "you'll be sure to prevent us from having another kid anytime soon."
"You got that right," returned the doctor getting out his stethoscope. "Now stop that jabber so I can hear the damn kid."
Kara instantly shut up and stared up at the ceiling. Beside her she could hear Lee's breathing as he anxiously waited for the all clear. Dr. Cottle placed his stethoscope on Kara's bulging belly and squinted his eyes to hear a heartbeat. He frowned and moved it again, listening even harder.
"What's wrong with you, blondie? Your heart's beating a mile a minute! I can barely hear the kid."
Lee snorted. "Doc, I highly doubt you would be able to hear Kara's heart through her stomach."
"No kidding, men think, and all that good stuff, with their stomachs, not women," agreed Kara sitting up on her elbows to peer down at the doctor. "Is everything okay with the kid?"
"Just dandy. I'm gonna have to do that damned sonogram today. Wait here, and don't think about moving, Lieutenant." The doctor disappeared in search for the equipment he would need, leaving Kara alone with a very wide-eyed Lee.
"Maybe I should call my dad up here," he murmured to himself as he placed a hand down on Kara's stomach.
With a raised eyebrow, Kara quickly protested. "Lee, the doc would let us know if something was wrong with the baby. He's probably pissed that you made him look like an ass; he's just not the same without a stogie in his mouth."
"And there are those who would say the same about you, Lieutenant." Kara looked up and rolled her eyes as Colonel Tigh opened the curtains to peer at her and Lee.
"What are you doing here, Colonel?" asked Lee.
"Commander's orders. He can't get away from the C.I.C., but he wanted to know how his grandchild is. So what has the good doctor said so far?"
"That I'm in good health," replied Kara cheekily. Lee instantly frowned but decided to keep his fears to himself. There was no point in worrying until the doctor gave the word.
"Too good of health. She's too fracking cheerful," added Cottle returning with the sonogram machine.
Tigh chuckled at the joke. "At least she isn't as pissy as she used to be."
"I'm sitting right here you know, I can hear everything you're saying," announced Kara with a growl.
"Better be careful," warned Lee with a smirk. "Once Kara has the baby she's going to start attacking people who've pissed her off during what I like to call the 'Nine Months of Hell'."
"Damn right I'm gonna kick some asses once I pop this kid out. I already have a list going. I ain't picky on who I hurt first. They're all going to end up in the same place." Kara crossed her arms over her chest as the doctor finished setting up his equipment.
"Apparently I have something to look forward into the post- pregnant Starbuck era," he grumbled to himself.
"And that makes two of us," whispered Tigh confidingly. Cottle didn't look any better with those words and soon the room lapsed into silence. Lee and Tigh watched the small screen with some interest as some gray shapes began to form.
"What is that?" asked Lee trying to make something out of the gray and black shapes.
"What's what?" demanded Kara sitting up on her elbows again to peer down at the screen. "Hey, look at that, reminds me of a cylon blowing up. What else you got to look at, Doc? How about some shooting stars—oo! How about me and my viper? That'd be worthwhile."
"This is a picture of your kid, Lieutenant," replied the doctor as amiably as possible.
Lee snorted. "Looks like you, Kara. All messed up."
"Ha. Ha," dead-panned Kara. "If you ask me it looks like you in the mornings. This kid definitely didn't get my looks. Too bad. They better be one hell of pilot instead, and not a tight wad like you, Lee."
Doctor Cottle shook his head as he ignored Lee and Kara. "Just as I thought," he murmured.
"What?" questioned Colonel Tigh warily. He glanced back and forth between the screen and the doctor with more and more unease.
"Look at it!" The doctor pointed to what looked like a gray ball. Kara and Lee stopped bickering to study the screen.
"What about it?" Lee couldn't see anything abnormal about the gray shape.
"There's two of 'em." The doctor emphasized his point by pointing at another gray ball next to the first one.
"So? Looks like someone's guts to me," replied Kara with a bored yawn.
"Two of them?" Tigh gulped.
"What? Two of what?" insisted Lee stamping a foot impatiently.
"Well, Captain, you and the Lieutenant aren't having a baby."
"Huh?" Lee and Kara turned to look at the doctor with quizzical expressions.
"Then why am I fat?" Kara rubbed her stomach trying to figure out what she had possibly eaten that had helped her gain so much weight.
"You're not having a baby, you're having two babies," sighed Doctor Cottle.
"What?" Lee screeched just as loudly as Kara.
"This is your fault!" hollered Kara issuing one of her death glares.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, my fault? How could this be my fault?" objected Lee waving shaking his head.
"It's your fault!" Kara continued with her tirade, struggling to get off the medical bed. "There's no trace of twins in my family. So it had to be you! You supplied the fracking sperm! How much could one measly CAG have! As soon as I get up I'm going to kill you! You'd better run, Captain! You're a dead man!"
Lee's eyes widened as Kara finally managed to get her feet on the floor. Like a bullet he was running out of the med room and down the halls of the Galactica with Kara on his heels. Lee didn't notice his father walking towards him as he ran right past him. Commander Adama watched as his son sped by without a word. Half a minute later a wheezing Kara came to a stop right in front of him. She was panting as she leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath.
"That's it, I'm hiring a hit man," she gasped out raggedly.
"Should I be aware of something?" questioned the Commander raising an eyebrow.
Kara nodded. After several more minutes she spoke up, "Cottle just informed us that we're having double the amount we were planning on."
"Huh? Sorry, Lieutenant, I don't speak gibberish, that usually doesn't happen until after the baby is born."
"Twins!" hissed Kara waving her arms in the air. "We're not having just one baby! We're having two babies! Two of them! Do you know what this means? I actually have to help change the diapers now! I want you to know that I am never bearing any more Adama babies after this. Oh no, Lee has some serious making up to do now."
"Really? And how is he going to do that with you trying to kill him?" inquired the Commander sagely.
"Marriage. And not just some lame ass quickie. I want a big wedding. On Cloud Nine in their make believe sunlight! I want lots and lots of people. I want a real engagement ring and a fancy dress! I'm going to make your son pay out of the nose for this mess!"
"And by becoming an Adama that's going to make everything better?"
Kara narrowed her eyes in anger. "Do you want your grandchildren or not, Old Man?"
Adama raised up his hands in defeat. "You win." He glanced around and barked an order at the first person he saw. "Chief!"
"Yes sir?" Tyrol dropped his papers and saluted the Commander.
"Find Captain Adama for the Lieutenant, she has an ultimatum to give him."
"Is that wise, sir?" asked the Chief dropping his salute and sneaking a peek at Kara who was now sitting on the ground cross-legged and meditating.
The Commander shrugged. "I've decided not to ask questions anymore. It's the hormones talking for her half the time anyway…just…help her out. In a few months everything should be back to normal."
"Ohmmmm. Ohmmmm." Both men looked down at Kara in disbelief.
"Of course, it wouldn't hurt to pray to the Gods some more."
A/N—Oy, school has been so hectic lately…I wanted to get this written and out during the previous weekend, but it didn't work out that way. But here it is now, and look! Almost there! Enjoy until the next chapter, thanks.