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Just the facts.

Two weeks later, as arranged, Alison and Longshot were back in Dr. Crusher's office in the Nexus. Alison was anxious to hear what the doctor's scans and tests had concluded. She was hoping with the technology Dr. Crusher had that the doctor would be able to tell them definitively whether or not her previous miscarriage had just been a tragic combination of stress and environment as she had always thought. Or if the situation was much worse and her DNA was not compatible with her husband's. Alison would be inconsolable if that were the case.

Now, she waited -- as patiently as possible -- as Dr. Crusher set up her medical files and gathered her information for their visit. She sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. Longshot was beside her in the other chair and she had a tight hold on his hand. Her thumb rubbed restlessly against the back of his hand.

There had to be good news. She needed good news.

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"I know it." She smiled at Longshot and then turned back to the doctor, still smiling.

"So, what about the baby? Its health and such? Growing okay? Tell us everything." She grinned. She was only half teasing. Absolutely any information the doctor could give would be appreciated.

Beverly chuckled a little. She remembered being that excited about Wesley in those quiet moments. Too long ago. "Well, everything I saw on last visit was encouraging. Whenever you're ready, I can do some more scans. I'll need to check that hormone levels are doing fine and other things. I even brought some equipment so you can see the gestational sac that will feed your baby until the placenta is fully functional."

She gestured behind her o some of the new machines she had set up. "I also have a shot I've managed to formulate for your unique body chemistry that should also help knock the chance of miscarrying down to nil. Provided you do not do anything strenuous like help lead a rebellion again."

Beverly gave them both a level look that said she would brook no rebellions while trying to get this baby born.

The more that Dr. Crusher talked, the more relaxed and then delighted Alison became. Everything sounded good and her worries were melting away.

Particularly the part about reducing her chances of miscarrying. She'd take ten shots a day if that was what it took. Just one sounded even better.

She raised her right hand and grinned at the doctor. "I solemnly swear not to lead or join any rebellions for at leas the next year. And I would very much like to see the gestational sac and things. We never got to see them before."

Longshot shook his head in agreement. "No rebellions! That's all done."

He had no idea about this swearing thing, but his promises were good.

"Though... uh, is vigorous... sex too much of a strain?" He flushed a little. He didn't want Alison to get th idea he wasn't enjoying what they were currently doing, but he kinda liked some of the fast and hard stuff. He had always been careful about making sure it wouldn't hurt Ali at all.

Alison blinked in surprise and looked over at her husband. Although, his blush may have surprised her more than the questions. He wasn't usually one to get flustered. Then again, they usually didn't discuss their sex life with anyone else, either.

It was a fair question, though. They had only assumed they had to be slow and gentle. Knowing for sure would be better.

Beverly looked entirely unflapped by the question. Like she handled it everyday. She didn't, but at least she looked like she did.

"Well, as long as you're not hurting Alison at all, I don't see why it would be. Your baby is fully protected by the amniotic sac, a thin-walled bag that holds the fetus and surrounding fluid, and the strong muscles of the uterus. There's also a thick mucus plug that seals the cervix and helps guard against infection. The penis does not come into contact with the fetus during sex." She steepled her fingers in front of her a bit. "As Alison gets farther along in the pregnancy, you may have to consider new positions, but there shouldn't be any problems with any type of sex."

"We weren't sure if it would stress the baby. The, um, exertion." She blushed a little, too. "I'm glad to know for sure. I don't want to be uncertain about anything that might injure the baby."

She gave her husband's hand a squeeze. She could guess how happy he was with this news.

Longshot was definitely all grins now. A quick one in the fourth floor broom closet was a possibility again. Woohoo!

"Thanks, Doctor Beverly! Now, how about those scans and pictures?"

"Pictures, definitely." Alison smiled. She wanted to see her baby! Or, what would become her baby. It was still too many to be recognizable as a fetus, but she still wanted to see whatever she could.

"Need me to lay down again?" She hiked a thumb back at the exam table.

Beverly nodded. "That will probably be more comfortable for you and be a little easier for me."

As she stood up, she pulled the tricorder out of her pocket. She gestured over to the table. "Well, get the preliminary scans out of the way, and then let you see what's going on inside."

"Alright." Alison gave Longshot's hand one more squeeze and then stood up. She moved to the exam table and hopped up, stretching out and resting her arms at her sides.

She looked over and smiled at her husband. "Gonna come stand by me?"

Longshot got to his feet not too long after Alison did. If either lady thought he wasn't going to be by Alison's side just about every moment he could during this, well, they would have to learn to live with being wrong.

His grin had not disappeared as he stepped up beside Ali. The doctor had stuck to the other side last time, so this was the safe side. He grabbed his wife's hand. "Always," he replied softly.

There were blinky lights around, but these were good blinky lights.

"Love you," she said softly and smiled. Her thumb rubbed his lightly as she waited fro Dr. Crusher to perform her tests.

She was excited more than she was anxious, now. They'd see the life that was growing inside her, soon.

Beverly stepped over to the open side and removed the hand unit from her tricorder. She carefully ran it over Alison and kept her eyes on the readings.

She paused and blinked. She punched a few buttons and scanned Alison again. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Well, that's interesting..."

She shut the tricorder and put the hand unit back in the top. She dropped the tricorder into her smock pocket and pulled the imaging equipment over. "Well, Alison, I think I have more news for you. There's a certain hormone that women release when pregnant. It's what the pregnancy tests of your time detect in the urine. The average for a single birth is about 70 mIU. Yours is currently 201 mIU."

Alison's attention perked up when Dr. Crusher said she'd found something interesting. It didn't sound like a bad kind of interesting thing, so she didn't worry. Mostly, she was just curious.

And then when she heard what was so interesting, it took a minute for the information to sink into the right places. Most importantly, that the doctor was speaking about 'single births' as if that was no longer what they were dealing with...

"Mine is... Wait. So, you're saying... there's more than one baby?"

201 was a big number. She was a little concerned about just how many more babies they were discussing.

Longshot's grip on Alison's hand loosened. He was doing a weird math in his head. Za's Vid! Four babies! I'm never gonna be able to sleep in the same room as Ali!

"H-How many?"

Alison was too stunned to notice the slack in Longshot's grip or the distress in his voice.

Multiple babies. That could either be the greatest thing that had ever happened to them. Or, something huge that would test them to their limits. Her limits, anyway.

"Well, about 200 is the normal levels for twins at this stage in development," Beverly said as she pulled out a wand-like thing. It started to strobe a light down the long, thin sensor. She held it over Alison's abdomen. "Though that's not really a good way to tell."

She leaned back and eyed the monitor that blinked to life a little behind her. She moved the wand over Alison and the imagery changed on the monitor to follow her movements. It took a minute of adjusting the sensor's position before Beverly held it in one spot. She reached over with her free hand and turned the monitor to face the stunned couple.

"Longshot and Alison, you're now the happy parents to a set of twins," she announced blithely. She pointed at a large spot. "That is Alison's bladder."

Her finger moved down to two smaller, slightly kidney bean-shaped spots. "This and this are your two babies currently."

The hand not holding Longshot's came up quickly but just missed stifling a startled -- and amazed -- gasp. Alison's eyes widened even more as she watched the doctor's finger point out their babies. Babies.

A sound caught somewhere between a hiccup and a laugh emerged from behind her hand as she stared at the screen and her eyes brimmed with tears. Twins!

"We're having twins!" She squeezed Longshot's hand tightly and started to giggle even as tears spilled over from her eyes.

No wonder she had been having trouble standing in his vision!

"Yeah!" Longshot's eyes were riveted to the display. Two! Two was so much better than four! One for each arm.

He glanced down at Alison and saw the tears. He started to reach to brush them gently away. Except that's when his knees decided to buckle.

Well, that was the one thing that could draw Alison's attention away from the sight of two babies growing inside her. She turned her head quickly and gasped at Longshot losing his footing.

She quickly brushed the tears from her eyes and started to sit up. "Are you okay, Longshot?"

Alison was quick, but Beverly was quicker. She should have been more prepared for this, but she went right into doctor mode. The scanner got set down on a tray, and she stepped the short way around the bed. She pulled out her tricorder and gave him a scan.

She looked down at the readings. "Looks like the Daddy to be just got a little too excited. All his readings are normal. No irregularities. No change in blood pressure. Heart rhythm is a little up, but nothing in the dangerous levels."

Besides the fact he was clearly conscious and looking up at Beverly. She put away the tricorder and shifted to help Longshot back up. "C'mon, let's get you sitting up by Alison."

Alison was a little shaky herself, as she sat up fully and scooted over to one side of the exam table. Seeing Longshot collapse had unnerved her a little, but if the doctor said he was alright then she wasn't going to give in to the urge to worry.

When he was settled beside her, she wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled up to his side.

"Stay calm, Daddy. There's two of us. We can handle twins." She smiled softly at him.

Longshot had been fully aware of what was going on. Though he had no idea why his legs felt wobbly. He leaned a little against Ali. He took a deep breath. "Yeah. We can. And I don't have to sleep on the couch for the rest of my life."

He smiled ruefully. "So which of our little beans will call me Daddy first? The one on the left or the one on the right?"

They were magic beans, too. Had to be. They were made from pure love and devotion.

That was the first time -- to Alison's recollection -- that Longshot had used the word 'Daddy' in reference to himself. She smiled and silently thanked whoever was listening. He was finally starting to believe he could be a daddy.

"Hmmm..." She looked back over at the monitor and pretended to give it serious thought. "The one on the left."

"Of course, these are children of yours. So I doubt that one stays on the left for very long. I fully expect them to be doing back flips any week now..."

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