Lee came in from his CAP, landing his viper and rushing through the paperwork. He couldn't concentrate in anything but Kara. He couldn't lose Kara, not after all they'd been through. Walking down the corridor to his rack, he changed his mind and headed for Kara's room. He entered the room, noticing Kara's eyes were closed looking peaceful. The covers on the bed were up kind of high, especially for Kara. He laughed slightly at what Kara would say if he knew that he liked to watch her sleep. He unzipped his flightsuit pulling it off as he kicked off his shoes. He was just going to hold her, he decided. He stripped to his boxers before lifting the covers to climb in with her. He dropped the covers back down. Kara was completely naked; he dropped the covers out of shock. Looking closer, he could tell Kara was really asleep. So Lee crawled in close next to her, pulling her against him, nestling her back against his chest.

Lee began to kiss Kara's neck, she moaned in her sleep. Then her eyes flickered open.

"Lee…" she said softly, snuggling in closer.

"My rack is overrated when you're here."

Kara hadn't really wanted to talk about it, but a worry was growing in the back of her mind. "Lee…you're not mad or upset or anything?" Her voice was so quiet, scared even. She betrayed too much emotion in her voice.

Lee held Kara closer, "I never thought about it, never let myself, you're the one who said bright shiny futures were overrated."

"I did?" Kara thought for a moment, than realized that she had, on a night she'd made a mistake, or almost did-she still wasn't sure which.
"Yeah. The night…"

"I remember, the night before Kat took out Scar." Kara said softly, if only she had then…maybe things would have been better, or different.

Lee paused, wondering if it was safe to ask the rest of his question, "I wish…" Lee cuddled closer to Kara, holding her close to him

"No sense wishing Lee, I'm here with you now. We have this now." She finished firmly; damn this conversation was not going the way she planned.

"What if you die Kara? What if you die trying to have this baby?"

"What if everything goes well, and I have our baby, and we're both fine?" Kara countered. "No more 'what ifs.' Do you want this baby?" She repeated.

"I just want you." Lee paused.

Kara heard the fear in his voice this time, "Lee," she started as she pull one of his hands and pressed it between her hips, just where she was convinced her stomach was beginning to swell, "This is our child we're talking about."

"I know."

"We made our baby, and our baby is going to be fine."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I do, I believe the baby will be fine, don't you see it has to? I already picked out names." Kara tried joking.

Lee snorted a little, then quickly sobered, "But what about you…Kara…I…"

"It's okay Lee, I'm here remember?" Kara attempted to sooth him, rolling to face him, and cuddling closer. Kissing him gently until she felt his body relax.

"I do want this baby." Lee whispered quietly. It felt like admitting a long suppressed fantasy involving him, Kara and a few little kids out on a nice beach somewhere. Which was of course, he'd never dreamed anything of the sort, at least not that he'd ever admit to.

Kara felt her heart jump a little, "Me too." She responded. Was it true? She wasn't sure, it was frightening having a child, but she'd make it work.

"But only with you."

"Last time I checked it was me having the baby Lee."

Lee let himself smile, they could play this pretend nothings wrong game, "Did you really pick put names?'

"Well, no, actually…" Kara pulled back so she could look into his eyes, letting her own close sleepily.

Lee smiled and held her close, "I'm tired and you need sleep."

"I know." Kara murmured.

So they fell asleep, Kara first, Lee lay awake longer worrying then he too fell asleep.

She was standing in light, being led by strong arms towards something, her own eyes looked at her from everywhere, delicate fingers trapped her own in strong grips.

There were many this time, gods surrounding her, touching her. The remnants of the dream faded, light and dark flashes, Kara mused at the strangeness of if before falling asleep one more, being careful not to disturb Lee.

When Kara awoke the next morning Lee was gone. And Doc Cottle was clapping loudly to wake her.

"I want to do more tests, sample the fetal blood, an ultrasound, the works. Get up Thrace."

Kara grumbled as she dressed herself quickly as possible. And was wheeled back to sickbay. She wondered if this is what the rest of her pregnancy would be like, more strange dreams, visions and tests. The medics moved her to an examination table, closing the curtains and preparing her for the tests, they did their work silently, must have been warned, Kara

Kara was quiet when they stuck a needle in her to collect a sample of fetal blood, she looked away until the needle was removed and the sting subsided.

She continued to look away from the doctor and medics as the ultrasound was begun. Should she look? She wasn't sure if she wanted to. It would make it all too real.

"Gods…" Doc Cottle mused quietly, "Thrace, look at this."

Kara slowly turned her head towards the monitor, on the screen there were two separate shapes, she could see the outlines of two separate heads, two separate babies nestled inside her. She just looked at them, her children. They looked like creatures from a horror movie on the sonogram.

"Well, you did have high HCG levels, twin pregnancies usually run about 35 weeks on average, and can have complications, I was already planning to induce if you make it to 37 weeks. The fetal blood work will be a pain though."

Doc Cottle shut off the machine and went to go pester the medic that had taken the blood for analysis.

Kara's hand went to her stomach again, she hadn't considered this… What the hell would Lee think?

Kara continued to wait, falling asleep in sickbay.

Doc Cottle woke her up much later, "We sorted through the fetal blood work, fraternal twin, a boy and a girl."
"Oh." Kara couldn't think of anything else to say.

"This is bizarre -"

Kara stated blankly, "Tell me why it's bizarre."

"Your ovaries released two eggs while you were injured and in stress, the chances of that happen is very improbable."

"I have both my ovaries?" Kara asked quietly. Another lie.

"Of course." Doc Cottle responded obviously not catching the confusion in her voice, "Even more improbably they were fertilized and you told no one when you began to suspect you were pregnant."

"Well that was my choice." Kara replied.

"What if Major Adama hadn't visited you when he did?"

Kara decided to answer honestly, "You still wouldn't know I was pregnant, I guess you would have guessed when I started to show."
Doc Cottle muttered as he walked away, '"The therapist is coming with a walker, she'll stay until you can use it, we have to get you back on your feet ASAP."

"Great." Kara responded sarcastically.

"And you better cooperate, I don't want to have to say this again."

Over six weeks later…

Kara made her way slowly through the halls of the Galactica with a walker. A large grey sweatshirt hid the small bulge; she didn't need to deal with people noticing that too, luckily the walker seemed to work as a distraction. Only three people knew she was pregnant, not counting a few medics who couldn't tell anyone anyways.

She hadn't talked to anyone, not really. Her vocabulary seemed to have reduced itself to one-word answers, except with Lee. He wouldn't stand for it. She entered the bunkroom, only to see a familiar man sitting on her bunk.

"Hello Kara."

"Sam." Kara responded automatically, how many months had it been since she'd seen him? What was he doing here? She still didn't understand why he kept coming back to her. She knew how she treated him, and the result shouldn't be this.

"They told me you were injured, so you're getting better than?"

"Yeah."

"It's good to see you."

Kara slowly moved towards her bunk, and sat down pushing the walker out of the way. " It's good to see you too." She'd never been a master of small talk; chances are this was not going to go well. Kara panicked slightly as Sam moved closer.

Sam pulled her into a tight hug; "We need to talk-" He stopped abruptly. Sam backed up slowly, forcing her to meet his eyes. Sam's hands moved towards her stomach, seeking some sort of confirmation of what he thought he'd felt.

"No, we don't." She responded, as Sam lifted up her sweatshirt to reveal the small bulge stretching out the fabric of the tanks she was wearing.

"Mine?"

"No." Kara looked away, she didn't want to have to meet the eyes of her seriously mistreated husband.

"Then it's over." Sam got up and left, "I shouldn't have come here."

Kara watched him leave, only then noticing Hotdog's bunk wasn't empty; her secret was out.