AN: So this is the final chapter of this story! Then for whatever reason, we are starting our new story! *whispers* Cassie thinks I'm about to do something terrible to the characters, like kill one off or something equally horrible, but really I was just messing with her. *grins* Now I'm going to say sit back, relax, and enjoy as I run for my life! *runs*

Disclaimer: I own Fie and Roman owns Grace and Dara!

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A few months later:

Dara sat with her back against Fie's bed as Fie hung her head over the side.

"Sooooo, you offered your services to Nick in exchange for what?"

Dara shot her best friend a look. "I'm not sleeping with him."

"Never said that," Fie said with a grin. "No seriously what does Otto have to say about this? He can't enjoy you spending so much time with Nick, Mr. Unstable, in your condition."

Dara frowned. "I'm pregnant not dying of some horrible Ancient disease that there's no cure for."

Fie frowned. "You're pregnant with Otto's twins. I'm surprised he let you come here by yourself."

Dara laughed. "He's sitting outside your house."

Fie got up and moved to her window. There sitting against the tree Kyl loved to scale was Otto, staring at her through his dark sunglasses, Kyl sitting beside him. Fie waved to the two.

"Well I'll be damned, he is." she said.

"I told you so." Dara grinned as Fie rolled her eyes. "He doesn't want me to do it, but you know I won't go against my word. Nick's been hurt, no need to add gas to the fire. He's going to help me."

Fie shot up. "I'm helping too then!" she frowned. "And Kyl will want to help. Hmm, think Nick'll mind?" Dara laughed. Fie was so much like her mother, but was prone to serious moments that her mother swears came from her dad. "When do we start this project?"

"I don't know if-"

Fie pouted. "You don't want me to help?"

Dara rolled her eyes. "I never said that, if you'd let me finish," she shot Fie a look. Fie grinned and motioned for Dara to continue. "I was going to say, I don't know if there's a set date."

"So, I can help?" Dara nodded and grunted as Fie launched herself at Dara. "Oh, babies, Auntie Fie is so sorry!"

"Sure, apologize to the kids, but not to your best friend."

Fie grinned as she hugged Dara. "I'm sorry to you too, Ancient."

"Laugh it up, Roman, and I won't let you come!"

The girls looked to the window as they heard a soft tapping. Kyl sat on the branch outside Fie's window, Otto right behind him.

"We got bored." Kyl said as Fie opened the window and allowed them in.

Dara rolled her eyes. "Of course, your sources of entertainment were up here."

Kyl grinned as Otto dropped to the ground beside her and set his hand over her stomach. Their kids.

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Dara sat in the kitchen working on her school work while fighting the urge to hurl at the smell of whatever the hell her father was cooking. She really didn't want to turn to find out, afraid the visual would beat her will power but the girls were not liking the smell. At just over twelve weeks pregnant, Dara's Ancient gene gave her a link with babies that told her a lot more then most expecting mothers would know at her stage. She knew the babies were girls, that they were happier when Dara avoided her father's cooking and they loved it when their daddy talked to them.

Dara couldn't take it any more. "Dad, the girls would like their Avi to stop cooking please." Avi was Latin for grandfather.

Savitar looked over his shoulder. "I'm making you something to eat. You are eating for three after all."

Dara wasn't sure her brow could go any higher. "Dad, I love you but if you think I'm eating anything you make, Mom hit you too hard again."

"Oh I am not that bad at cooking." Savitar said.

"And yet she hasn't kept a single meal you've made down since getting pregnant." Ash said as he flashed in. "I'm sensing a connection."

Savitar gave him a look. "No one asked you."

Dara snorted. "And even before was a battle." she smiled at Ash. "What's up?"

Ash shrugged. "Tory's teaching so I'm-"

"Bored." Grace finished with a smile as she walked in. "Should we keep Tory's schedule pinned to the fridge so we know when you expect you?"

Ash looked hurt. "You don't already?"

Everyone but Savitar laughed. He was looking at his cooking in concern. Ash looked over his shoulder.

"What are you making?" he asked.

"Eggs." Savitar said.

Ash nodded slowly. "They aren't supposed to be green."

Dara and Grace frowned. "How did you manage that?"

Before Savitar could answer, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Savitar grumbled when no one moved. Not that it was unusual for no one to move. Dara's response was always his favorite;

"You tell me not to move and rest because I'm pregnant and yet you want me to get up and answer the door?"

Dara looked back down at her work, absently reaching out with her mind to see who was at the door. Who she found had her shooting out of her seat and running as best she could after her father.

"Dad!" she said. "Don't!"

Savitar frowned as he pulled the door open. "Why no-"

Nick smirked at him from the other side. "Bet you weren't expecting me."

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No freaking over the cliffy. *points* Katie okayed it. *grins* I keep throwing her under the bus! *clears throat* So, that's the end of this one. The next one will be up...not sure when. We're still working on that. For now, let us know what you think, flame policy stands and thanks for reading.

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