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The preparations had begun days before. Alison had sent letter after letter and made dozens of phone calls. Half of the calls had gone to her stubborn step-son. Shatterstar was hard to corral. The other half had gone out to other family and friends. Anyone Alison could think to invite, she had contacted. Her invitations were only part of the deal. She had enlisted her mother-in-law to invite the women from the clan. Whoever Longshot was close to. And given her husband's ability to make friends wherever he went, that list would be long.

After the guests were settled, she focused on food. The cake had been a big deal to her... it had to feed dozens of people, and it had to be appealing to her husband. It had taken ages to find a baker who could produce what she wanted. In the end, it had been worth it and she couldn't wait to show it off. For lunch, she had enlisted the help of Longshot's two favorite cooks: Momoko and Maria. The day of the party, the kitchen and dining room were piled high with the best food Italy and Japan had to offer.

The living room was the designated present area. A table had been set up along a mostly unused wall and had begun filling up with brightly wrapped packages of all sizes early that morning. Lisa and Gloria Jean had been assigned inside decoration duty and had roped Rogue into helping. She could fly and get to the high places, they reasoned. Dakota and the boys had pulled outside duty. There were balloons and streamers all over the place. The more the better, as far as Alison was concerned.

John had been stuck with the hardest job of the morning. He had been assigned the task of getting up dreadfully early and taking Longshot out of the castle long enough for them to prepare the party. Since he had been spending so much time at work catching up after his vacation, he used the excuse that he wanted to spend time with his son on his birthday before he had to go to work. And the best early rising activity he could think of was fishing. At a lake. Far away from the castle. He might be tired by the time they returned, but he knew Longshot would perk right back up when he saw the party dedicated to him.

It was early in the day, still, when the party was all set up and they just had to wait for the guest of honor. Alison had showered and changed. The babies were fed, clean, and dressed in new little outfits their Mommy had picked out especially for the occasion. They had picked up on the excitement around them and were giggling and babbling happily to anyone who would listen. Lisa and Glora Jean each had a baby in their lap and were laughing and making faces right back.

Alison shifted impatiently in her seat and tried to will her husband to appear.
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New Years Eve found Alison sleeping later than she has been. Of course, as her third trimester wore on, she'd been sleeping later and later again. She was tired a lot and in the last few days, the babies had been shifting lower into their birthing positions and she'd felt like she'd been carrying around a bowling ball between her knees. Every step was an effort. The elevator had never looked so good to her.

But, around noon she finally got herself up and dressed. Then she made her way down to the kitchen where she found her mother in law and Miyuki waiting for her. The jonin had produced a daifuku recipe for her at Christmas, but Alison decided to wait and make them on New Years for the tradition. The only problem became her attention span. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than how badly her legs and back ached, and the Braxton Hicks that had been plaguing her since she woke up. Or, maybe that had been what woke her up. It was difficult to say. Either way, it was uncomfortable and distracting.

Eventually, Longshot had wandered in and asked how things were going. Alison had burst into tears and the jonin had gently shooed them out of the kitchen. Miyuki ended up getting Alison's daifuku lesson in her place with the promise that she would show Alison how it was done when she was feeling better.

Alison spent the rest of the afternoon curled up on the couch with Longshot and the girls, watching movies. After their first film, Rogue and Dakota had wandered in and joined them. It took several tries at getting comfortable and Alison had ended up curled on her side with her head in Longshot's lap. He rubbed her back in wide circles as they watched some cartoon Lisa and Gloria Jean picked out. Something about rats. Alison wasn't paying too close attention. The contractions had gone from aggravating to miserable and she was having a hard time focusing on anything else.

It took a few minutes more before she realized that the Braxton Hicks had stopped and the actual labor had begun.

Asuka took over finishing the lesson in the kitchen while the jonin came to sit with Alison. The labor, she had said, wasn't progressed enough to require the doctor's presence. But, to ease Alison's mind, they'd contacted Dr. Crusher and let her know the labor had begun. She promised to join them just as soon as she had her medical bay covered.

As the labor progressed, Alison got restless. She asked to relocate to the bedroom. For one thing, she suspected that Dakota -- and the boys, if they ever came inside -- would appreciate not having to see the actual birthing process. She also found that having an audience was making her just as uncomfortable. Longshot and the jonin helped her to the elevator and up the last flight of stairs. Alison had found herself muttering dire curses at the stairs as she hobbled her way up.

Dr. Crusher arrived around the time that Alison had latched on to Longshot and refused to be more than a few inches away from him. The 'slow dancing' they'd seen in the videos slowly devolved to 'Alison clinging and Longshot holding her up'. Was it over yet?!

The doctor had applied a small, flat monitor to Alison's tummy to keep track of baby heartbeats and other vitals during the delivery. Both she and the jonin were perfectly calm. Maddeningly calm, in Alison's opinion. Alison had decided at that point that she hated small, flat monitors, she hated dancing, and she hated the color orange. Fortunately, there was nothing orange in the room, so nothing had to be lazered. Yet.

When the labor had progressed to the proper point, Dr. Crusher had asked Alison to lay on the bed on her side so that she could administer pain relief. Because she had her back to the room, Alison missed the kind faced jonin dropping Longshot into a chair and sitting on him. Even though Dr. Crusher didn't use penetrative needles, he was still having difficulty with the idea of anyone messing around with his wife's spine. By then, Alison would have taken anything the doctor had wanted to jab at her if it made the pain easier. Longshot was released when Alison turned back onto her back. She held his hand tightly and made soft, whining sounds between contractions. It was better than yelling, she figured.

Their first baby crowned just before sunrise and Dr. Crusher asked Longshot if he'd like to watch. Alison was too busy pushing to note his reaction, but she did notice he declined the invitation when their daughter crowned.

A lot of tears and a little blood later, Alison relaxed in her husband's embrace with a sleeping newborn in the crook of each arm. Longshot sat behind her and braced her arms with his own. She was tired and her forehead drooped lightly against his neck as she dozed. She knew he wouldn't let her drop the babies.
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Alison had asked her husband to wake her early this morning. It was not a request he took lightly and she had to promise not to take the inevitable grouchiness out on him. Then she made him promise to remind her of that, too. Mornings were never her happy times, but add morning sickness to the equation and things really got out of hand. She did her best, but hormones got by her sometimes.

A little preparation helped, though. She had been sure to leave a few crackers and a bottle of warm ginger ale by her bedside before going to sleep the night before. She was still horribly nauseated when she got up, but at least she wasn't camped out on the floor of their bathroom. That was an improvement.

The tricky part was being unsure of whether or not she would run into Rogue downstairs. Or the kids. If she had, she'd have happily left them to it and gone back to bed. But, the kitchen was empty and quiet when she arrived. It wasn't that early, but there was no reason to be up early on a Sunday. And, she figured, the couple upstairs had a good reason to stay in bed.

It took a little over an hour and a lot of help from her hubby, but the hour went by fast. She nibbled as she cooked and felt a little better. When they finally left the kitchen, they were both fed and he was carrying a tray for her. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek as they paused outside Rogue and Dakota's bedroom door. And, then she continued up the stairs to their own bedroom. Longshot had promised to leave the tray by the bedroom door, knock, and then scurry up the stairs to snuggle back up with her. She always rested better when he was nearby.

The tray bore a breakfast for two under covered dishes. The puppy had been set free while they cooked to roam in the back yard, but it never hurt to be careful. Omelets, French toast, and bacon were warm off the stove. Blueberry muffins were baked aplenty the day before. And, for fun, an empty white wine bottle had been filled with chocolate milk and chilled in a bucket of ice beside two glasses.

A card on the tray read: Happy Birthday! Since it's your birthday and you're on vacation, you don't get to make your own breakfast. Ha! Today you have the option of spending the day with the kids, or leaving them here for us to stuff full of baked goods while you and Rogue do some proper sightseeing. A fun tour brochure is conveniently placed underneath you Vintage Moo if you decide to go. Longshot highly recommends the soba making classes. Either way, the two of you have reservations at a big fancy restaurant down town that I can't pronounce or spell, but Longshot assures me it's one of the best in town. No fancy dress or dancing required. Enjoy!

Love -- Alison and Longshot.

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