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Chapter 7

"Four more months and I'll be able to see my feet again." Kara sighed wistfully as she carefully lowered herself onto the bench in the mess hall. Behind her Lee was hovering anxiously. It had been a month since the sonogram, and Kara had seemed to balloon overnight. It was becoming more obvious that she was carrying twins with each passing day.

"Four months and my ship's going to become a fracking nursery," grumbled the Commander as he took a seat across from his son and future daughter-in-law. Lee had somehow managed to find a real diamond engagement ring for Kara to show off whenever someone pissed her off.

"Just think, the crew will become more inclined for peaceful resolutions or else Kara will beat them up for 'influencing' her children," said Lee as he finally seated himself.

President Roslin smiled and took the opportunity to voice some concerns. "Now that you know you are having twins, Lieutenant Thrace, how much longer will that put you out of the air?"

Kara made a face. "Too long. I have to breast feed these kids. Who in their right mind would let some squirmy little bald thing latch onto their—"

"I think the President gets the idea," interrupted Lee hastily. Kara shrugged as she shifted around in her seek, searching for a more comfortable position.

"I see. Well, has the Commander found you a bigger room to raise these children?" asked Roslin.

Adama snorted. "We're still working on it. There isn't much room available on the Galactica. However, I was thinking of moving Dr. Baltar's lab into the storage room that Kara and Lee are currently utilizing—then I could just move them into the old lab. It's big enough; all it would need is some drastic remodeling. But the Chief already volunteered for that job."

"Yeah," snickered Kara, "he's sucking up. He didn't like receiving another visit from Lady Vagalal the other week. Now he's too small to be carrying twins."

"You really like to torture people, don't you, Kara?" murmured Lee.

"I'm the one marrying you, remember?"

"Yes, and if I recall, you had Crashdown and Hotdog sit on me until I promised to get you a diamond ring and propose in front of the whole fleet."

"Aw, the memories we have, Lee. Just think of all the stories we'll have to tell the grandchildren one day."

"You honestly think we're going to live long enough to have grandkids? Kara, we're having twins, we'll be lucky to live long enough to see them learn how to talk!" retorted Lee darkly.

"Says you. I'm living long enough to get back in my viper."

"Have you thought of names yet?" inquired Dee as she and Billy joined the small group. Kara groaned as Lee buried his face in his arms.

The Commander chuckled. "They can't agree on any yet. They don't know whether or not their having boys or girls…or one of each."

"Nothing goes with Adama," whined Kara. "Nothing!"

"There are plenty of names that go with Adama—you just don't like any of them!"

"Who the hell wants to name their son Gregory James? Or their daughter Margaret Marie? That's like asking our kids to be boring when they grow up."

Billy raised an eyebrow. "Can't you each pick a name out that you like? You are having twins, aren't you?"

Lee snorted. "Kara tossed out every suggestion I made. And this was before we found out we were having twins."

"Hey, you can't blame me. I have to claim this kid, too, you know. There's no way in hell I'm gonna go around calling my kid something lame. I have a reputation to keep. It's bad enough that I'm going soft because I'm pregnant. I don't want my kids to have dorky names, Captain."

"So, obviously, Gregory James, Margaret Marie, Dennis Albert, Lindsay Jane, Craig Hubert, Jessica Michelle, Bartholomew Leander, and Tara Amy are all out."

"It's like he wants our kids to be geeks when they grow up," confided Kara in a loud whisper.

"Of course, it's not like Kara came up with any better suggestions," said Lee.

"What's wrong with names like Rocket Carter, Falcon Marke, Hawke Morgan, River Spring, Summer Honey, and Phoenix Capri?" demanded Kara.

"It's bad enough that they have you as a mother, I don't want to encourage them to be any more subordinate than they already will be."

"I kind of like Rocket Carter," murmured Commander Adama finally speaking up. Both Kara and Lee looked at the Commander in bewilderment.

"Really? You don't think it's too fancy?" asked Kara excitedly.

"Dad, don't encourage her. I was finally getting her to consider sensible names," moaned Lee.

"And you call this whole situation sensible? Do I need to remind you which pilot you got taken out of the air just so you could have a couple of babies?" returned the Commander with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I think it's very romantic," said Roslin with a small smile on her face.

"Romantic? My son impregnated my best viper pilot without permission!"

"You have to look on the bright side, Commander," replied Dee stepping in, "Lee and Kara are producing two more future pilots for you. It's in the blood; those kids are going to be the best of the best."

Billy agreed with a nod. "Yeah, if I were you I'd be pressuring them to think about having more babies in the future. You could have an entire Apollo and Starbuck army on hand."

"That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard," announced Kara glaring at Billy.

"No kidding," added Lee with a frown. "There's no way the Galactica can handle Starbuck fat and grouchy ever again."

The Commander tilted his head thoughtfully, "That's actually not a bad idea. I always wanted six or seven grandchildren one day."

"Oh no!" protested Kara trying to get on her feet. "Uh-uh, there's no way I am bearing any more babies after this. Two is more than enough. I don't want to be fat ever again. You're only getting two grandkids, Adama, and that's it. If you want more, order some other pilots to get married and have babies. I quit!"

"Having trouble, Kara?" snickered Lee as Kara struggled to swing a leg over the bench to get out.

"A little. Are you gonna sit there or help me, flyboy?" snapped Kara. Lee quietly set about aiding Kara off the bench and into a standing position.

"So much for a graceful exit," muttered the blonde as she patted her large belly.

"Be nice."

"You might want to sleep with one eye open, Captain. I have a sudden urge to turn you into a female now." With those words Kara waddled as best she could out of the mess hall. Lee shuddered and turned back to his father.

"Now look what you've done. I'm going to have to find another peace offering to bring home so she'll let me sleep in the bed. And you want seven grandkids! You're crazy! We might as well move into the brig now and save everyone the trouble of escorting Kara and the babies there in the future!" Lee waved his hands in the hair wildly before he set off in search of another present for Kara.

"Do you think he's finally coming to terms with what he has done?" questioned Roslin softly.

"What, getting Kara pregnant or agreeing to marry her?" murmured the Commander.

"I was talking about your son finally realizing that he's about to become a father. With his position as the CAG, impending fatherhood must be hitting him harder than he's letting on."

"My son is a straight arrow. He's the most sensible man on this ship. Lee won't snap. He'll get through the next four months smoothly. Trust me," replied Adama assuredly.

"Attention Galactica," Lee's voice floated over the intercom, causing everyone to look up in surprise. "I would like to recite the three hundred—"

"—and one," Kara's voice could be heard encouraging Lee.

"The three hundred, and one, reasons why I am marrying Kara Thrace. Number one, I love her. Number two, she is carrying my children. Number three, I can't live without her. Number four, she's great in—there's no fracking way I'm saying that, Kara."

"You better. Otherwise it won't be three hundred and one reasons…and you said you would do anything to make up!" retorted Kara's voice.

"Yeah, but I'm not going to tell the whole ship how good in bed you are—that's personal!" objected Lee.

"Right, you just told them, Captain. Now keep going. You have two hundred and ninety-seven more to go."

"Frack me. Number five, Kara is the best pilot on Galactica. Number six, she can put up with a stick in the ass like me. Gods, number seven, she is the light of my life."

"Are you going to put a stop to this?" asked Roslin.

Adama shrugged. "What for? This is the funniest thing I've heard all day. I'm sure the crew is getting a good laugh right now. They deserve it."

"At the expense of your son?"

"Serves him right for producing a couple of kids without permission."

"Commander, he's an adult. I don't think he needs your permission anymore."

"When it concerns my best pilot, I think it does. Besides, in four more months they'll have two beautiful babies, a wedding bigger than a cylon invasion, and I'll be the grandfather to a couple of Kara wannabes. Oh, did I mention that Kara nominated you to be the grandmother?"

"Excuse me? I won't have time, not that I am not honored, but my duty as a president must come first."

"She's pregnant, moody, and dangerous, you try telling her no."

"But…but, I." Roslin was at a loss of words.

"She's already told half the ship anyway. Might as well get used to it."

"Four months you say? Is there any chance we'll be on earth by then?"

"Colonel Tigh is working on it. Top priority," answered Adama with a chuckle.

"Number eighteen, Kara is my one true love. Number nineteen, she's great in be—how many times do I have to say that?"

"Only about thirty more times, now speed it up, the Colonel looks like he's going to explode. He's all red now."

Lee's voice became more strained as he spoke through gritted teeth. "Number twenty…"

A/N—It's been a while, sorry. I had to write three papers this weekend…but I'll try to update later this week. I have family coming to visit, so next weekend is off limits. But I can probably try for Wednesday. Until then, hope this keeps you waiting patiently.