"Tracy, no. Not now." Alice rolled over.

"Please. Please. I'm just so turn on right now…."

"I'm tired. Just let me sleep tonight," Alice kissed Tracy.

"I'm going to take a shower. I'll be back."

Alice sighed. When Tracy came out of the shower, Alice started to apologized.

"It's o.k., Lion. You looked exhausted and you and the cubs come before my insatiable hunger for sex. We do have that early appointment tomorrow anyway."

"I do want you. It's not you, at all. I'm just not used to this body. I don't feel comfortable with it and the idea of someone else looking at my body. I just got comfortable with you looking at my old body and now I'm gaining two pounds a week."

Tracy looked ruefully. "And us moving in with my family doesn't help. I'm sorry about this. "

"Want to make up it to me?"

"How?"

"Well, I could use a backrub."

"Mmmmm, just a backrub?"

"Yeah, for tonight."

Tracy slowly rubbed Alice's back until she heard her wife's soft breathing. She moved her hand over to Alice's stomach and smiled. Good night cubs.

Tracy softly kissed Alice. Alice smiled and opened her eyes.

"Good morning."

"Good morning. How's the cubs?"

"Fine. We should get dress."

"So, are you going to find out the sex of the baby?" Dillon asked.

"What are you doing here? You have your own apartment," Tracy asked.

"It's Wednesday. Cook makes French toast on Wednesdays."

"Ah, you're here to mooch breakfast from your aunt's house," Monica said.

"Yup. Got a problem with that?"

"No. Happy to see you ,son." Alan said.

"About finding the sex, I don't know. We'll see. We might find out and not tell anyone." Tracy said.

"Now that would be cruel," Brook Lyn protested.

"Ah, you and your grandmother just want to buy clothes," Alice said.

"Ooh, baby clothes," Brenda's eyes lit up.

"Will Granny know?" Brook Lyn pouted.

"Maybe." Alice's eyes twinkled.

Tracy turned around at the answer.

"Maybe? I'm going to the appointment with you."

"Well, I could have you step out of the room. But I might be in the bargaining mood," Alice said, resting her hand on Tracy's leg.

"Really? You're teasing me, after last night?"

"Mmm. Sorry, about that again."

"Well, the amino is fine for both of them. You need more iron. But I know you're anxious to find out the sexes of the twins so let's start," Dr. Wexler squirted the gel on Alice's stomach.

"I see Alan sprung for the new 4-D ultrasound machine," Tracy commented.

"Actually it was Nikolas Cassadine. He said he was investing in the future."

"Alan and Monica would love a new grandchild," Alice smiled.

"So, anyone making bets on sex?"

"The girls want girls, Alan doesn't care, and the guys want boys," Tracy said.

"I don't care as long as they are healthy and small. We already have names, Morgan and Aidan. But Tracy wants a girl," Alice said.

"Well, let's see, twin A is definitely a little boy but over here," Wexler moved the wand, "is his sister. Both are looking good. Little on the large side. But very healthy. How's mom?"

"Just tired. My libido isn't what it was a month ago much to Tracy's disappointment."

"Well, I think that will pick up with some cravings in the next month. But so far, so good."

"Alice, I was thinking. Since we didn't have a honeymoon, why don't we play hooky for the afternoon and go home?"

"Maybe. If you can wait, I'll get a room. So we have no interruptions."

"I want you in our bed," Tracy said. Tracy leaned over and kissed Alice.

"I really do hate living at the house."

"It's just for one month. And we do live at the gatehouse. I want to play and now I don't think an afternoon would do it."

"Hey, just don't put any pressure on me." Alice looked uncertain.

"It was just a thought. We could go just home and be alone."

"I would love for you to just hold me," Alice admitted.

"O.k. "

Alice laughed softly at Tracy.

"What?"

"You have sex hair."

"Mmm, maybe because I just had sex twice with my beautiful wife. You were amazing," Tracy stared at Alice.

"Must be this bed."

Tracy traced the stretch marks. Alice blushed and rolled over.

"We should probably go. You know how Cook hate when people are late for dinner."

"You know, I think you're beautiful, no matter how much you weight, right?" Tracy grabbed her pants.

"Yeah, it's just hard to believe sometimes."

"I know. But it's hard to believe you're my wife carrying our children. My salvation."

"Tracy…"

Tracy paused. "I know you hate it when I tell you things like that but you are."

"We saved each other."

"So? I'm getting another grandson?" Edward asked after dinner.

"Of course not, my niece is in there," Monica, sipping her brandy.

Alice smiled. "You can wait the four months to find out."

Tracy leaned and rubbed the belly. "Four months has never seemed so long."