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"Ouch!" Artemis winced as a small piece of wood landed on his head. "David! What did you do now?!"

Artemis's younger brother, David, jumped down from the loft. "I told you to read the sign on the door before entering."

David's twin sister, Diana, joined him. "Still, Davy, you have to be careful. Our sister-in-law is going to have twins soon, after all." She told him. "We're lucky Artemis came in instead when you were working on the chainsaw."

David's brown eyes twinkled behind his goggles. "Yeah, yeah, the baby twins…I remember. What did you think I was working on anyway?"

"What were you working on?" Artemis asked, feeling the small bump on his head carefully.

"Baby cribs for Artemis and Angelina," The fair-haired male genius replied. "Di here was painting them purple and green."

"Purple and green?" The raven-haired genius repeated, one eyebrow raised. "Why purple and green?"

"The use of pink and blue for young female and male infants," Diana explained, "Seems highly stereotypical. Experimenting with different colors led us to decide on purple and green."

"Well, alright. Anyway, I came in here to ask if either of you know where Anna-Maria is. I've been looking all over the manor ever since I came home, and I haven't found her yet."

The blonde twins exchanged looks. "I think Anna-Maria is still asleep." Diana replied.

"She was working late last night in her study for some reason." David added. "I think she was reading a maternity book or something of the sort."

"She's still asleep? Well, I suppose being seven months pregnant would leave her feeling drowsy at some point in response to her hormonal changes," He checked his watch. "But I didn't expect her to sleep for twelve hours straight."

Diana looked at her twin. "Remind me never to have kids," She told him. "It would interfere with my experiments."

Anna-Maria was resting quietly when Artemis opened the door. She lifted her hand from her eyes and smiled at him. "You're home," She observed. "Did you pick up those doctor's reports?"

He leaned over the bed to kiss her softly and showed her the envelope in his hand. "How do you feel?"

"Fine," She replied, stifling a yawn. "Tired. But I feel fine other than that. Have you seen the reports yet?"

"Not yet," He replied, opening the envelope carefully. "I wanted you to see them with me."

"Okay, okay." Anna-Maria propped herself up on her pillow and waited. "So, what does it say?"

Artemis's face took on a strange expression as he read the report. "I think the doctor's aide mixed up our reports with someone else's."

"What makes you say that?" She asked.

"Well, according to this the patient in question has had a miscarriage followed by an emergency surgery, and is now, unfortunately, infertile."

"That's impossible," Anna-Maria leaned back and closed her eyes to rest. A moment later her eyes snapped open and she shot up off her pillow. "WHAT?!"

"Relax, Anna-Maria, relax," He told her softly, taking her hand in his. "As I said, there must have been a mix-up."

"Yes, of course…unless I was operated on while I was asleep and the use of anesthetic would explain why I am still tired!" She exclaimed, frantic. "Oh, Artemis this is horrible!"

"For the patient who actually had the miscarriage, yes. For you, no." He studied her for a moment. "And if you did have a miscarriage, how do you explain that your midsection is still growing despite the fact that this report is supposed to be from last month's checkup?" He knelt and laid his ear against her carefully. "And I can feel them kicking."

Anna-Maria took a deep breath and laid a hand on her stomach. "Right; sorry I overacted. It's just a little stressful that I have to keep my blood pressure and my blood sugar normal what with my diabetes and all and with the twins…I'm okay."

"Good," Artemis replied as he stood. "Look, we'll just go to the hospital and get the right reports back."

She stifled a yawn and asked, "Do you mind if I take a nap in the backseat?"

"No, as long as you be careful." He answered. She had always been a tomboy, but she was also a little clumsy sometimes and he definitely didn't want her tripping on something…especially that she was pregnant. "You know, maybe I should get a few more blankets…" He left for the door and turned back to look at her for a moment. "…and maybe some trail mix."

Artemis looked over the reports carefully, his frosty blue eyes scanning the paper voraciously. Everything seemed alright. The twins were healthy and so was Anna-Maria…it didn't look like she would need a Caesarian.

"Mr. Fowl, what are you doing here? I don't recall having an appointment today."

He looked up at the kind-faced doctor and smiled. "No, Doctor, not today. Our medical reports got switched and we came over to get the real one."

The young doctor had her straight, long blond hair tied back in a ponytail and her blue eyes appeared concerned as she looked over to where Anna-Maria was quietly reading a maternity magazine. "Oh, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I was just coming back from my break and I don't have any appointments scheduled for another couple of hours, would you like me to see her now?"

"Can you see her now? I have to see how she feels about that."

"How who feels about what?"

Artemis nearly jumped out of his skin. He still was not used to how Anna-Maria sometimes appeared next to him suddenly as if from nowhere. At any rate, it was better than it was with her friend Julio. The Venetian seemed to live on startling people. "Doctor Johannsen was just telling me she had time if you wanted a quick check-up."

"Well, why not?" Anna-Maria smiled. "Come sta, dottoressa?" She asked, for the doctor was an American of Italian descent. She had been called to Ireland for a few special cases.

The young doctor returned her smile. "I'm doing very well, thank you for asking, Anna-Maria. You know you may call me Angela."

"And how is your husband?"

"Oh, Michael is doing well, too. He says that he won't be doing undercover assignments for a while, and I must say I'm relieved. He was most interested when I told him that you used to be a police officer."

"Yes, but such a position can be dangerous at times, and Arty insisted that I stop, or, at the very least, choose a less life-threatening occupation."

Artemis felt cut out of the conversation. "May we please get back to the subject of the check-up?" He looked at his watch. "Preferably before the twins are born."

"Oh, of course," Angela smiled. "Please come with me."

Artemis looked at the framed certificates that covered the walls as Angela prepared Anna-Maria for the sonogram machine. "It says here you have been listed as one of the greatest minds of the world alongside Albert Einstein? I do believe I never heard of that."
"Oh," The doctor's pale face colored as she blushed uncomfortably. "That was only a few years ago, actually. After a certain…incident, I chose not to broadcast myself so much, especially since I inherited half of the fortune my parents left for my brother and I." She stopped what she was doing and looked up. "It may be better for all of us if you don't mention that to anyone."

Anna-Maria lay back uneasily as Angela started the machine. "How do they look?"

"Perfectly healthy, Anna-Maria," She replied as she shifted something. "Since Angelina and Artemis are fraternal twins, you can see that there appears to be a thin barrier of some sort separating them." She leaned in closer. "I know you two are genii, but this is ridiculous!"

"What?!" Artemis and Anna-Maria asked at the same time.

"Angelina appears to be communicating with Artemis in the womb…using Morse code! She is tapping against the barrier with her feet, which you probably feel, Anna-Maria…and Artemis seems to be answering her. My goodness, this is certainly something I have never seen before."

Artemis looked at Anna-Maria. The half-fairy shrugged helplessly. "Did you ever do anything like that? My mother told me once that I was changing my own diapers by the time I was six months old."

"No…I never did anything like that. Although when Mother insisted that she read me bedtime stories when I was four even though I could already read, I asked her to read A Tale of Two Cities or The Tragedy of Julius Caesar."

Angela shook her head at them. "I suppose I always did things like that, too. My brother, Antonello, was much quieter about his intelligence than I was. He's three years younger than me, and he digitally changed the results of his I.Q. test when he was nine so that my parents wouldn't brag about him. Actually, I didn't even know until he told me himself when he was twenty-two. He's a lawyer now." She snatched the printout from the printer and handed it to the raven-haired genius.

"Interesting," Artemis turned his gaze to the printout. "Oh, I can see what you meant. It certainly does look a little…odd, to say the least."

Anna-Maria sat up and looked over his shoulder. "At least now they're fully formed so you can't confuse Angelina for Artemis."

He lowered the printout and frowned. "It was a simple error anyone could have made."

"Artemis, you were looking at Angelina's arms and thought she was a boy with two –"

"Uh, I think that's enough for now," Angela said quickly, cutting off her patient's sentence as she turned off the machine. "You may go now if you like, and I'll be sure to tell Michael that I saw you again today. Maybe he'll have an interesting story for me to tell you next week."

"Right…sorry." Anna-Maria stood carefully. "How much time is left, do you think?"

"Only about a month and a half," Angela replied. "I suggest you be ready at any time, Artemis. It often happens unexpectedly."

"Should I pack extra food in the car?"

"I don't think so. But a pitcher of ice cubes would be good for Anna-Maria to bite down on. I suggest keeping one in the freezer at all times."

Artemis looked back at Anna-Maria and smiled. "I should probably just wire a mini-freezer into the Bentley.