"Ugh," Miral ran around the house picking things up that the kids left on the floor.
"You know that everything is going to be fine," D'stil walked into living room. Miral threw him a look. "Your parents have been here before," D'stil mumbled under his breath. Miral threw him a look as she picked up their daughter's toy.
"I know, but the house has never looked this bad," Miral carried the toy to the toy chest that they kept in the living room.
D'stil grabbed her hand and pulled her close. "I'm sure your parents would understand they had three children, too."
Miral looked at her husband. "I don't remember us being this messy."
D'stil smiled. He was an only child, but he knew that he made messes around the house. He also knew his wife's siblings and knew that they made messes that their parents made. "Maybe our kids are messier than you and your siblings." He pulled her close that she pressed against his body. He leaned down and kissed her.
Miral pulled out of his arms. "Don't even think about it. We don't have time." She glanced a clock on the wall. "My parents will be here in twenty minutes and your children will be up from their nap soon.
D'stil moaned. He couldn't remember the last time that he felt his wife under/over him. Miral raised an eyebrow at D'stil before either one of them could say anything they heard.
"Mommy," Beviyr yelled from upstairs.
"Do you want to deal with your daughter, or do you want me deal with her?" Miral asked.
"I'll get her," D'stil headed for the stairs. "When was the last time that I have been inside of you?"
D'stil saw that Miral was fighting with herself on answering his question. The door chime went off. "We don't have time," She as she made her way to the door. She opened the door to find her parents standing in the doorway. "Mom, Dad," She hugged them both. Her dad as best as she could because he was carrying their bags.
Miral let them in the house as D'stil came downstairs with Beviyr. She held out her arms for her mother. D'stil was glad to hand her off and greet his in-laws. He hugged B'Elanna before taking the bags away from Tom. "I'll put these in the guest room." Tom nodded as he watched his granddaughter bury her face in her mother's neck and be shy to her grandparents.
"Grandma, Grandpa," The voices of the twins came from above the stairs. Their mother watched them as they ran downstairs and threw themselves into their grandparents' arms.
"What did you bring us?" D'jono smiled at his grandfather.
"D'jono," He heard his dad's voice and the warning in it.
"Sorry," D'jono lowered his head for a moment before raising it to his grandfather. "So, what did you bring us?" D'jono glanced his father and saw the look on his father's face. He saw that his father was ready to grab him and D'jono ran from the room with his brother following him. Beviyr wanted down so she could follow her brothers.
"Sorry for my ungrateful kids," Miral said.
B'Elanna raised an eyebrow, she wondered if Miral remembered her own childhood because she remembers that Miral did the same thing whenever Chakotay or Harry came to town. "You the same way when you were their age."
B'Elanna saw D'stil raise an eyebrow at his wife, who rolled her eyes. "I was never like that."
Tom laughed. "Oh, you were."
Miral threw her father a loo before asking. "Do you want anything to drink or eat?"
"Sure, I'll help," B'Elanna followed her daughter to the kitchen. B'Elanna was watching her daughter since they came in and something seem off. She looked tired but that could be because she had three children under the age of five. B'Elanna remembered what it was like having three young children. B'Elanna watched as Miral prepared drinks and some snacks for them to have. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, just a little tired after running after three kids most of the day," Miral smiled at her mother. She knew that her mother was worried about her, and she was thirty-two.
B'Elanna had watched her daughter for moment before nodding. She helped her bring the drinks and snacks to the living room. D'stil and Tom were talking already about D'stil job and what Tom was up to. Miral set the tray down before calling the kids. All three came running in the room. They took the snacks that were offered to them. B'Elanna just loved listening to their stories that were interesting to four years old and two years old. It reminded her when her children were that young. Miral and Xavier were parents and Selena was doctor on a starship.
"How are Xavier and Peata doing being new parents?" Miral asked.
B'Elanna smiled. "They are handling it very well. Riley is already a month old."
"Here let me show you pictures of the sweet girl," Tom pulled out his PADD and started to show them pictures of Xavier and Peata's daughter. Miral could tell that she was going to be beauty and Xavier is going to make sure that she doesn't date, but Miral could see that she had her mother's backbone and learn to take no one's shit.
"She beautiful," Miral smiled. Her heart ached because she remembered when her babies were that small. Beviyr was telling her brothers what to do.
"I know," Tom showed a picture to Beviyr of her little cousin.
"What's wrong with her nose?" Beviyr asked.
The adults laughed as B'Elanna explained to her what was going on with her nose. Miral asked about her sister and how things were going for her. She asked if she was still dating Stephen. Tom made a face and nodded. B'Elanna hit her husband. He just didn't want to lose his baby girl.
The children soon grew bored with the conversation and ran off to play. B'Elanna and Tom knew that they needed a moment to rest, so they broke up. Tom and B'Elanna made their way to the guest room.
After watching Miral for a week, B'Elanna noticed there was a change in her. B'Elanna thought that she must know what is going. She was ready for Miral to tell them the good news because B'Elanna could always happily welcome a new grandchild. When Miral didn't say anything, B'Elanna thought that it might be time to bring it up. They were alone in the house with D'stil and Tom taking the kids out for the day.
"Miral, are you pregnant?" B'Elanna asked.
"What? No," Miral didn't believe her mother. B'Elanna raised one eyebrow. "I know what to look for. I was pregnant before."
"Each pregnancy is different," B'Elanna said. "I remember when I was pregnant with your brother, I was sicker than when I was pregnant with you. And don't get me started on your sister."
"Mom, I would know if I was pregnant," Miral took a sip of her tea.
"I'm not so sure," B'Elanna took a sip of her own tea. "You are stressed with three children and working part-time at the Earth Embassy."
"I can't be," Miral said. "D'stil and I only wanted three."
"Plans changes," B'Elanna smiled. "Did you think your father and I wanted to have Selena when we did."
"Really," Miral was a little shocked.
"Yeah, I was in school, and your father had just finished his first book. We also had a four-year-old and a one-year-old to take of." Miral nodded.
"I still think that I am not pregnant," Miral said. B'Elanna shook her head and changed the conversation.
Miral lied in bed with D'stil laying next to her. Miral knew that D'stil wasn't sleeping. She knew when she was pregnant with the other three, but they weren't trying for a baby, and it could possible. It wasn't like they were using protection. Her mother was right about her being stressed. She was ready to get out of bed to check something when D'stil said something.
"What has your mind racing?" He asked.
"My mother thinks that I am pregnant," Miral turned and faced her husband. D'stil smiled. Miral moaned. "Not you, too."
"I noticed the changes in you even if you didn't," D'stil leaned over and kissed her.
Miral sighed and fell back on her pillows. "We weren't even trying."
D'stil ran a hand along her belly. "I know but are we going to love this baby any less than their siblings."
Miral took his hand from under her shirt. "My parents are right under us. And no, we'll love them." She turned to look at him. "After this baby, I don't want anymore."
"Okay," He really wanted to put his hand under her shirt. "We have had sex in the same house as your parents before." He leaned closer to her ear. "If I remember we had sex in your parents' house when we were there for your brother's wedding." He kissed behind her ear.
"Yes, but…" Miral couldn't finish because D'stil placed his lips on hers.
Miral moaned and broke the kiss. "I'm going to have to tell my mother's right."
D'stil laughed before kissing her again. No more words were said.
The next morning, Miral found her mother in the kitchen. There was a secret smile on her mother's face letting Miral know that they heard them last night. Miral didn't say anything as she grabbed a cup of coffee. "Morning, Mom," Miral took a sip.
"Morning, Miral," B'Elanna couldn't wait to see where this was going.
Miral sighed. "I have to say that you are right," B'Elanna raised one eyebrow. "About me being pregnant."
"Really," Miral nodded. She took a test and found it positive. "There was no doubt about that after what I heard from last night." Miral moaned. "Klingon women make a lot of noise."
Miral moaned. "Where is Dad?" She thought that she would see her father.
"He ran," B'Elanna laughed. She remembered Tom's discomfort last night when they heard their daughter and son-in-law. She knew that he wouldn't be able to look at Miral in the morning.