"Tracy, tiger?" Alice whispered.
"Uhm?"
"Um, I really hate to do this to you but…" Alice bit her lip. Tracy sighed and rolled over to turn on the light. She squinted at the clock.
"Lion, it's 2:56. You can't wait until morning?"
"I can. They can't. Your cubs are demanding caviar, peanut butter, and, well, uncooked pasta."
Tracy looked at Alice,
"What, no drink?"
Alice glanced down at her stomach. "I guess some carrot juice would sound good."
"Really?"
"Tracy!"
"Fine. But you owe me in bedroom bucks."
Alice raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? I'm pregnant with twins, thanks to you, your brother and sister-in-law. If anything, you still owe me."
Tracy threw back the covers and grabbed her robe, affording Alice a generous glance of her wife's scantily dressed body. She bit her lip again, internally debating.
"No. No, no. If I'm making a food run, you have let me go now. You can't delay me by giving me that look," Tracy laughed.
Alice sighed. "I guess food but I'll help you collect on those bedroom bucks later."
"I'll be right back." Tracy left to first get dressed and to get food.
Alice came down to the kitchen wearing just a black robe. She sat at the table pulling out the book she and Tracy were making about the pregnancy for the twins.
It's a little after three and I just sent out your mother for caviar, peanut butter and pasta. Tracy has been wonderful during these past months. Especially with my cravings. Alice smiled. Brook Lyn has two more weeks in the sling and I've been taking it easy. We still have no middle names for you guys. Aidan something and Morgan something Quartermaine. Dillon has been coming around more, helping us prepare for you two. Your mother is getting nervous and more overprotective of us. Auntie Monica rubs my belly every morning at work and Uncle Alan loves to feel you two kick. Your grandfather, Edward, has been talking about moving in there. But Mom has been refusing him. Some about privacy and not wanting to disturb Brook anymore.
Alice smiled as she felt the babies moved. She looked up as the door as Tracy walked in with the food.
"Here we go my Lion. Food for my babies. How are you?"
"I'm staving. I've been writing in our book." Alice was interrupted. Tracy kissed Alice deeply. Alice returned the kiss and then broke it.
"Tiger, I know what you want. But I need to eat and sleep." Alice started to mixed the food.
"Look, why don't I change back and we go back to bed and I'll rub your back?" Tracy asked.
"Sounds wonderful."
"Lion, I'm getting so damn horny by doing this. Is there any chance for you know?" Tracy started to kissed down Alice's back.
Crunching answered her. Alice dipped another noodle in the peanut butter and caviar mixer, sighing happily.
"Lion, please. Can we just fool around for a hour?" Tracy reached around rubbing Alice's breast. Alice slapped Tracy's hand away.
"Food first. Then maybe sex."
Tracy sighed. Alice turned her head and kissed her.
"Sorry babe,."
"I thought pregnant women were suppose to be horny." Tracy rolled over and settled down to sleep.
"I'll make it up to you somehow. Like Saturday morning breakfast…." Alice nibbled
Tracy's neck.
"Oh?"
"….in bed. With whipped cream. But right now the mother of your children needs to sleep."
"Good night. Love you, Lion."
A snore answered her.
"Aidan Quinn Quartermaine." Brook Lyn said.
"No." Tracy said groggily.
Alice smiled from where she was cutting fruit. "I like Morgan John."
"Why not let the kids decide the middle name, Lion?"
Alice glanced up. " You'll trust them with that important of a decision."
"Why not? I came up with Edward Quartermaine Ashton, and Dillon Albert Hornsby-Quartermaine. They can't be worse than that."
"Dad did come up with Brook Lyn."
"Well, we're officially stuck. Morgan and Aidan have no middle names so good luck." Tracy said.
Brook Lyn got up from the table, hearing the horn and said "That's Serena. I'll see you later."
Tracy kissed Alice. "I'll head off to. Have a good day, sweetheart."
"You, too."