A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews (as you've probably guessed they mean a lot to me).
Kristie put her head on Jeff's shoulder, sighing in content. The babies were all asleep, and it was one of those rare times when the couple could enjoy peaceful quiet togetherness.
"We should hire a nanny," Jeff said suddenly. "It would definitely ease up on the stress level with four kids the same age."
Kris smiled softly, "And what about when they start to develop their powers? Do we hire a new nanny every week?"
Jeff looked down at his lovely wife. "How do you know that they're going to develop special abilities?"
"You know how I told you that sometimes I have dreams about possible futures?" at his affirmative, she continued, "Well, about two weeks ago, I had a dream about the four of them with 'abilities', playing in the house."
Jeff kissed the top of Kristie's head lovingly, "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, angel face."
"No, honey, we'll cross that bridge when the water's too high to stay here anymore. So… want to look at the photo albums?" Kris asked, trying to change the subject tactfully.
Jeff grinned, knowing what she was about, "Sure. I'll go get them."
The couple sat back on the sofa, flipping through the first album. It was the one that chronicled Kris's childhood. Jeff found some of the pictures of his wife hilarious – especially the ones of her in family photos where she looked like she wanted to run and hide under the sofa. In a lot of them she did.
"What are you laughing at, Jeff? I could just pull out the album of your childhood pictures that your mom sent us as a wedding present," Kristie threatened half-heartedly.
Jeff sighed, "I'm still sad that she wasn't able to make it. I mean, I know that Ireland is a long way away, but we did offer to pay for her plane ticket."
Kristie genteelly stroked his cheek, "Most Irish don't like handouts, you know that. I had to bend you over backward to get you to agree to a joint checking account. Remember?"
He nodded, accepting that his lovely, pixie like wife would always be right (again). "Yeah, it's just… I don't know. Maybe we should take the kids and go see her sometime?"
The newlywed smiled, "That'd be nice. I've never really had a chance to properly meet your mother other than that one time right after Nana died."
"That wasn't a real introduction, though. We were in the same airport."
"I'm still mad at Jack for making us fly commercial on that flight. Nana wanted to be buried in Ireland, though, so a chance to see those rolling green hills again was worth it."
Jeff grinned, "Yeah, you were not the most pleasant person to be around for that overnight flight! I know, I had to sit next to you. You could have warned me that you couldn't sleep on planes!"
Kristie smiled impishly, "You could have warned me that you snore."
"I do not snore!"
"On planes you do."
"Jack, come back to bed!" Sam whined as her husband got up and started pacing in front of their king sized bed.
Jack looked at her seriously, "Do you want kids?"
"You're serious?" as she saw the look in his haunted brown eyes she frowned; didn't he know? "Of course I want to have children with you, Jack. I just can't."
He never made any pretense of knowing half the stuff that spouted from his wife's lovely mouth (even though he did), but now he was utterly and genuinely confused. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Sam sighed, and sat up against the headboard of their bed. She liked the sound of that, 'their' bed. "When my science teacher raped me, I became pregnant. I miscarried around three months later. When we went to the doctor to find out what was wrong, they did a few tests and discovered that I have a t-shaped uterus. A fetus can only survive up to a certain point in my womb, after that I miscarry."
Jack sat down next to his wife, taking her into his arms, "How did this happen?"
"When my mom was pregnant with me, she was given a drug called DES to help with the morning sickness and stuff. In later studies with the drug, it was discovered that it could cause t-shaped uteruses in the female children born, as well as a whole bunch of other stuff I already tested negative for. But every year, I have to go in for cervical cancer testing to make sure I'm not affected there."
"So, what exactly are you saying in regards to children?"
"We'd need a surrogate mother to carry them to term. My eggs are fine and healthy, Janet checked them just last week; but my uterus is unusable."
A/N: The next chapter is only half written because I'm trying to make the chapters longer than they were in 'Jack's Family'. I'd really apreciate your thoughts on what you want to see happen with this. I only have a SLIGHT idea with where this story is going.