Flint was in meetings all morning with Duke, Hawk, Beach Head and several higher ranking officers of the regular military. He had left Jaye sleeping that morning when he left, not wanting to wake her up because she had had a restless night. They were right in the middle of Flint giving his report on some intel they had received earlier that week when Dial Tone came rushing in. "Ummm...I'm sorry Sirs, but Flint you have an emergency call from your mother on line 2."

Flint didn't even excuse himself from the room, he simply ran out into the hallway, leaving the others to share worried looks.

"Dashiel, I am taking Alison to that hospital of yours. I think you better meet us there." Martha said. "Robert, help her to the car."

Flint dropped the receiver into the cradle and rushed to his car. He nearly caused a few accidents in his haste to get to the hospital, arriving just minutes after his parents, who were seated in the waiting room. "Mom, what happened?"

"I thought she was still sleeping so I went outside to get the newspaper. When I came back in I heard a thump upstairs, your father heard it outside. We rushed up there and she was passed out on the floor. We woke her up but she wouldn't let us call an ambulance. She said the ambulance wouldn't have brought her to this hospital." Martha answered.

Flint's father, Robert, quiet as always was sitting next to Martha holding her hand.

Flint nodded and walked to the front desk, asking to see Alison. The nurse told him that he wasn't allowed back there yet, but that they would get him the moment they knew anything. He wanted to argue his way back there anyway. He glanced at his parents and decided against it. Causing a scene wouldn't help Alison. He couldn't sit, but paced instead, restless.

About an hour later Doc walked out.

"Dash..." Flint's father said and nodded in the direction of the doctor.

Flint turned and hurried over, sensing his parents following behind. "How is she?"

Doc put his hand on Flint's shoulder and nodded a greeting to Flint's parents. "She is sleeping right now. She'll be fine."

"What happened?" Robert Faireborn asked as he too put a hand on Flint's shoulder.

"She got up out of the bed too fast and her blood pressure plummeted." Doc answered.

"Why? What's wrong with her?" Flint asked.

"A woman's body is not made to handle more than one fetus at a time. Her body is stressed right now because of pregnancy. I'm putting her on full bed rest." Doc answered.

"How long?" Flint felt his heart finally slow down as he realized Alison wasn't in immediate danger.

"Until she delivers I'm afraid. Now before you say anything I know she's not going to like it but I want to keep her pregnant as long as possible."

Flint frowned. No, she certainly wasn't going to like it. He sighed in resignation. "She'll stay in bed if she knows it's best for the twins." He gave his parents a reassuring grin and turned back to the doctor. "Can I sit with her?"

Doc nodded. "If she'll agree to stay in bed except to take a shower or to use the bathroom I will let you take her back home in a couple of hours. I know she'll be more comfortable there." Doc started to lead him back to Jaye's room.

Flint followed, wondering how he would manage to continue his duties on base while taking care of Alison. He decided he'd ask Hawk to decrease his workload. He took a moment to examine Alison from the doorway before moving to sit by her bedside. She looked tired, but otherwise okay. He gently took her hand. "Hey, beautiful. How do you feel?"

Alison opened her eyes and looked at Flint with a slight smile. "With my fingers." She teased softly.

"Smart ass," he said fondly. "I hear you're going to be in bed for a while."

Jaye didn't look happy. "Yeah I know."

"I'll keep you company," Flint told her. "It won't be so bad."

Jaye tried to sit up only to have Flint put his hand on her shoulder and shake his head no. "I'll go crazy, but I want to make sure the babies have the best chance at a healthy birth."

"At least you'll get to be at home." Flint squeezed her shoulder. "With all the books, TV, and ice cream you could ever want."

Jaye smiled and scooted over a little bit. "Hold me."

Flint sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around Alison. "You and the twins are going to be fine," he reassured her.

Jaye couldn't hold up her brave front anymore and started crying against Flint. She cried until she fell asleep.

A few hours later Doc walked in and put his hand on Flint's shoulder to wake him up where he fell asleep in the chair with his head on Jaye's bed.

Flint looked up, blinking sleepily. "Did my parents go home? Do we get to go home?" he asked Doc.

"Your parents went home and yes you get to go home now as long as she stays off her feet, lying down." Doc said and handed Flint Jaye's release paperwork to sign since he was now her medical power of attorney.

Flint signed the paperwork and gently woke Alison. "Hey, honey. Want to sleep in a real bed?"

Jaye woke up and looked at Flint. "Yeah. We can go home?" She asked hopefully.

"Yep, Doc's letting you go." He brought a wheelchair around to the bedside. "But you are staying off of your feet from now on."

"Alright." Jaye grumbled and awkwardly got out of the hospital bed and into the wheelchair. "Where's your mom?"

"They went to the house. My parents will probably want to stay a few days to help out."

"I think your mother was already planning it."

"Well, she does want as many grandchildren as possible," Flint laughed, wheeling her into the hallway. "Anything she can do to help."

"Keep the house clean." Jaye said. "I don't want the babies coming home to a dirty house."

Flint sighed. "Oh, she'll dust until the tables are worn. My house growing up was spotless." He nodded to the nurse on the way out. "Obviously she didn't pass that gene on to me."

Jaye chuckled. "Yeah I know." When they got to Flint's SUV Jaye couldn't get out of the wheel chair. She was really stuck.

"They don't make these big enough," Flint chuckled, pulling gently on her elbows. "I may have to get some grease."

"Funny." Jaye said. "I'm a fat cow." She grumbled to herself as she finally was pulled loose from the chair's entrapment.

Flint shook his head, knowing he'd better not tease. "Not for much longer. Uh, I mean, you're not a fat cow, honey," he corrected.

On the ride back to their new home Jaye gasped and put both her hands on her belly.

Flint shot her a worried look. "Everything okay?"

"Pull over." She said urgently.

He did so carefully, parking the car and unbuckling his seat belt to lean over. "What's wrong?"

Jaye pulled up her shirt and on her stomach where perfect imprints of two hands and two feet where the babies were pushing out on her stomach. "Look at this!"

Flint's eyes widened. "Oh, man, that looks so painful." He reached out to tickle a foot. "But...it's kinda neat."

Jaye started to giggle. "I can't wait to hold them."

"Apparently they can't either," Flint laughed.

"You know we still don't have names picked out."

"Well, we have several weeks of bedrest to figure it out." Flint pulled back into traffic. "What about Samantha and Jack?"

"Ummm...no." Jaye shook her head as Flint put his seatbelt back on then pulled back onto the road. "How about Mabyn and Maddox?"

Flint sputtered, "What? Are you serious?"

Jaye looked at him. "What's wrong with them?"

"Honey, believe me because I know--a boy with a name like Maddox is going to get picked on all of his life."

"But it means Son of the Lord."

Flint finally turned into his driveway. "Uh, huh. What's wrong with John or Mark? Something a little more normal?"

"What about a name where they stand out a little."

Flint helped Jaye out of the car and they very slowly walked into the house. "Okay, then, what about...uh...Jonas and Madeline?"

They started to make their way up the stairs. Martha saw them and was going to say something to them but overheard what they were talking about and decided to leave them alone to decide.

Jaye smiled. "I like Madeline but don't really care for Jonas. What about naming our son after his father?"

Flint frowned as he opened the door. "Don't tell my mother this, but I was never really thrilled with my name."

Alison walked into the bedroom and went to the dresser to get one of her maternity nightgowns. "I love your name."

"Well, of course you do," Flint said. "But I was the butt of way too many jokes growing up."

"Okay then your name is a definite no. How about McKenzie?" She pulled her shirt over her head.

"Is that a boy's name or a girl's name?" Flint asked.

"It can be either." Alison said as she put on the nightgown.

"I don't know...ambiguous names for twins don't sound like a good idea." Flint chuckled teasingly. "But I'd take one over Dashiell."

Alison got comfortable in the bed and leaned back against the pillows that rested against the oak headboard. "Then what do you suggest?"

"I have no idea," Flint admitted, settling down next to her in the bed. "I didn't think it would be this difficult."

Alison started rattling off ancient Celtic names.

Flint's mind reeled. "Wait, wait. I don't mind the heritage, but maybe just give me one or two of your favorites?"

"I like Abigail and Aidan."

"Those aren't...terrible," Flint responded. "Compared to my name, anyway." He put an arm around her shoulder. "Let's rest on it."

Alison nodded. "Alright." She curled up on his chest, her belly against his side.