A/N Please forgive any medical related errors in this chapter guys, I'm not an expert. Also I have put a second day into this chapter as both are only short bits.

18th February 2187 – Crucible pulse + 5 months

Miranda was sat in the bed of their apartment on the Citadel. Legion was spread across her stomach, snoring rather loudly. He had grown considerably over the past couple of months, doubling in size and, most noticeably, weight. Her attention wasn't on the dog though, it was on the man sleeping next to her. Shepard was fast asleep, curled up into her side. His head was lightly resting against her ribcage, his exhaled breath tickling her side. He was mumbling slightly in his sleep, though Miranda couldn't make out any particular words as it was such a quiet sound. And because of the dog, of course. She glanced at the clock on the wall, displaying 6:00am Citadel time, sighing as she decided it was time for them to get up. She wasn't particularly tired herself, but Shepard still needed his sleep.

"John," Miranda placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake lightly. "We need to get up soon."

He opened his eyes groggily, his legs sliding down the bed and to the very bottom. He raised his arms as well, stretching his entire body before whilst yawning.

"Morning Miri," Shepard sat up in the bed, placing an arm around Miranda's shoulders. Legion was up now as well, he had jumped up onto John's chest and was enthusiastically licking his face. "Yes, morning to you too dog."

"Good sleep?"

"Weird sleep," He frowned. "Not bad, just weird."

"You were mumbling quite a lot," She gave him a light kiss on the cheek, enquiring gently. "A dream?"

"Yeah, dead crazy one too," She didn't say anything, prompting Shepard into explaining. "I went into an operating theatre, you were on the table and there was a doctor working on you. When the doctor turned around it was actually Kai Leng, and I had a hell of a shock. But it was OK because Chakwas came in and smacked him around the head with a crowbar. Then we all made fun of his stupid mask."

"That is weird," Miranda chuckled. "But I'm sure Dr Chakwas could be pretty vicious with a crow bar. Especially to someone like Kai Leng."

"Oh the older women of the Alliance are pretty damn dangerous," He snorted. "Just look at my mother, god she would be nasty in a fight."

"She's a lovely person John." Miranda protested in her reply, Hannah Shepard had been very kind to her when they first met after the Collector mission. It had been rather refreshing for her to find an officer without the typical Alliance attitude towards Ex-Cerberus personnel, and since the end of the war they had been getting on very well together. She was, like Karen Chakwas, a natural mothering figure and very likeable. "Don't be harsh."

"Are you kidding? Just wait until you see her berate me for something one day," He fixed her a look. "Just wait."

"Oh I'll wait," She gave him a smile, resting a hand on his arm. "Are you OK about today?"

"Don't worry about me, it's you going through the operation," Shepard intertwined his fingers with her own. "And you're OK right."

"I'm fine thanks."

"Then I'm fine too."

There was a moment of silence as the two watched each other. Then Shepard moved closer, capturing her lips in a passionate lock. She happily reciprocated the kiss, placing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him closer. He deepened the kiss, Miranda knew he was trying to convey his support physically, but then he began to run his hands over her body. Soon he was heading south with them, trailing down her inner thighs. Reluctantly, Miranda pulled back.

"John, stop," She rested her forehead against his own. "We can't, not before the operation."

"But..."

"No, I have to be clean," Miranda gave him a light kiss on the cheek. "But after I've recovered you've got me all to yourself."

"Sorry," He gave her a small grin. "But we will have babies to make afterwards."

"Oh we will, just have some patience my love," She ran a hand across his chin. "Now lets get a move on."

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"I'm here Miri." Shepard gripped her hand with one of his own.

"I know you're here John," Miranda rolled her eyes at him, and she couldn't stop herself from laughing rather hard. "Obviously."

"Erm...Is she supposed to be like this?" He had turned to face the anaesthetist who was struggling to stop himself from grinning.

"It's the anaesthetic gas, it will make Miss Lawson a little..." The man paused, appearing to search for the correct word. "Different."

Shepard cocked his head. "Why aren't you using normal anaesthetic? Injecting it instead of this?"

"Because it won't work," Miranda replied instead of the doctor, in a pitch several tones higher than usual. "It'll disagree with the hormone program, because of complicated scientific reasons that are very complicated indeed."

"Is this as effective as an injection?"

"More so..." The doctor was interrupted by Miranda.

"Most definitely, it makes everything so funky," She grinned at Shepard, almost leering at him. "You especially, not that you don't always look funky. Handsome I mean, well maybe funky as well. I don't know, one of the two. Can they be interchanged?"

"Right," He smirked slightly, Miranda narrowing her eyes dramatically at his cocksure expression. "This is the second time I've seen you high then."

"I am not high Johnstone Shepard," She tried to raise an arm to prod him, but if was a bit too much of an effort with all the fuzziness running through her head. Instead she just shook her head. Shepard meanwhile had gone bright red, clearly embarrassed at the revelation of his full name which he despised. It wasn't surprising, she wouldn't like a name like that either. Miranda did feel slightly guilty, the doctors were trying to hide the fact that they were all laughing at them. "I'm sorry, shouldn't of said that. Blame the fact that I'm high."

"I thought you weren't high?"

"Erm..." Her eyes darted around for a few seconds as she thought of how to change the subject. "So what were you saying about being high before?"

"Yes you have, Ilium remember?"

"Oh yeah, when we helped Samara," She laughed. "It took a while to hit actually, but it was funny when it did."

"No it wasn't," He shook his head slowly. "You spent two hours that afternoon threatening Gardner in the kitchen whilst ordering him to, and I quote, 'satisfy my munchies'."

"Thank you very much John, you've just reminded me that I'm hungry," She huffed. "This better be quick, I really need to eat."

Then Doctor Walters walked into the room, fully sterilised and ready for the operation with the rest of his team. Miranda wasn't really paying attention to that though, she was more focused on the strange tingling sensation still creeping around her body. It was rather amazing actually, she could inhale a gas that only affected her below her stomach. It was also rather strange, and very very ticklish. And she was desperately hungry. And she had a nagging desire to jump off the bed and wrestle Shepard to the ground in a mad state of lust, even though she knew she couldn't.

"So, are we ready to begin?" Walters voiced the question to everyone present, all of the surgical team nodding their heads. Shepard slowly nodded, looking slightly pale, and Miranda whooped in reply. In all honestly she couldn't think why she did this, it just seemed rather amusing at the time.

"Sorry," She tried to look a bit sheepish, though it didn't work at all. "Not particularly appropriate is it?"

Suppressing a grin Walters began, gathering around her body on the table and initiating the procedure.

Time passed quickly for Miranda, the operation was a bit of a blur. One long, at times hysterical, blur. The team worked diligently, Miranda spoke animatedly about the most random of topics, and Shepard did the best he could to not look anywhere near the knives, cuts, and removed tissue of her body.

"You know," She spoke towards Shepard. "I think I want to be a research surgeon, you know? As something to do. After we've had a kid, of course."

"If you want Miri," Shepard squeezed her hand. "You'll be great at it."

"I won't be great, I'll be bloody fantastic!" She gave him a lopsided grin. "It's doing good, challenging work, something I'll enjoy."

"I know..."

"And I could cure all sorts," Miranda ignored the fact that she had interrupted him, heading off into her own merry world of the future. "You'll obviously be a stay at home dad in the day, I'll do evenings."

"Hey! What about my ice-cream shop?"

"You'd be crap at it anyway," She gave him an extravagant wink. "I'll be saving lives in that way as well."

"Harsh."

"Life's harsh, get used to it," Miranda cocked her head. "Actually that's a really strange saying, have you ever thought about that?"

"Can't say I have."

There was then quiet, the only sounds the hum of machinery, breathing, and the occasional communication between the operating team. Miranda felt as though she was now beginning to calm down, only slightly and slowly though. There was still a tickling feeling below her stomach, and there was a light tugging sensation as the team worked. After a few minutes of work a kidney dish was handed to Walters, he dropped a lump of tissue within. It was placed on a table next to her, and she studied it intensely – an inch in diameter and vulgar in every sense. Still, it was interesting to her that something so small caused such a problem. She noticed Shepard desperately looking away.

"You can look you know John," She gave him a smile. "Although it's probably my least attractive attribute."

"I don't think I really want to."

"Miss Lawson, we're going to begin the re-constructive work now," She met Walters eyes. "It'll feel a bit strange."

"I know, but I'm ready for It and I trust you doctor." Miranda saw the fleeting look of concern in Shepard's eyes, squeezing his hand gently. "Maybe you can get some of this gas for John? It does make everything rather nice and fuzzy."

22nd March 2187 – Crucible Pulse + 6 Months

Miranda entered what had become their music room, and she entered nervously. This was what she had wanted for so long, what Shepard wanted as well, but that couldn't stop her from being a little scared. She clutched the test in both hands, walking in rather awkwardly.

Shepard himself was sat on the piano stool, hard at work on his guitar. He was crap at it, but it was rather cute to see how hard he tried. He could play the odd chord but, as he said himself, he was no Jimi Hendrix. He looked up as she approached, placing the instrument down straight away at the sight of her.

"What's wrong Miri?" He stood up, closing the distance to her quickly.

"There...there isn't a problem actually," She caught his hands that were going to her own, placing the test in his grasp. He studied it for a second before meeting her eyes. "It's positive John."

There was silence for a few tense seconds prompting Miranda into worry, but then Shepard was a blur of motion. He placed his arms around her waist, lifting her straight up. She laughed as she hooked her legs around his back, his lips racing over her neck. Then he dropped on his back onto the rug on the floor, a wide smile on his face as Miranda got onto all fours on top of him.

"Well, I take it you're happy?"

His response was physical at first, gently flipping her over so she was lying on her back on top of him. Miranda felt his hand gently move over her – for now – toned stomach, massaging slowly and softly.

"I'm more than happy Miri," His voice was very quiet, as if a whisper would destroy the peace they found themselves in. "I love you."

"I love you too," She paused, playing with his fingers on top of her stomach. She began to grin. "You know what this means?"

"Erm, we're having a baby?"

"Well, obviously," She turned her head so their eyes could meet, now with a devious grin. "It also means you have pamper me for the next nine months, to do my every wish."

"I already do that don't I?"

"Oh you're very good I will admit," Miranda twisted in his arms, placing a chaste kiss on his lips and fluttering her eyebrows. "But you have to satisfy every single desire I can possibly come up with."

"Got any burning ones right now?"

"Hmm, I can think of a couple..."

A/N I'm going to start to spread the chapters out a bit more now, the basis of the fic has been established (or so I reckon).

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