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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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"We can wait until the ninth week. There's mo hurry. We have nine months to come up with names." They would probably need all nine months, too. Particularly since she didn't think Longshot wanted to name the children and she didn't want to name them alone.

"We'll just keep making sure they're good and healthy until then."

Longshot definitely did not want to name the children. The last three he had named had not turned out so well. Though Alison did have time to work on that bit of stubbornness.

"Well, more like eight months now," Longshot noted. He did not want more time added onto the babies' premiers. "And I'll make sure the Mommy stays good and healthy until then. Butterscotch ice cream cravings aside..."

Alison broke into a wide, affectionate smile and leaned her head on Longshot's shoulder. She kind of liked being called 'Mommy' even if the babies hadn't arrived yet. And, she had no doubts he would take good care of her and their little ones.

"You always do."

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