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Follow the sound of my heartbeat, now.

Once again, Alison found herself in the Nexus office of Dr. Beverly Crusher. She was laying on the exam table and trying very hard to hold still as she waited for the doctor to get her equipment set up. Today was they day they would hear their babies heartbeats for the very first time. The excitement was so overwhelming that she was nearly vibrating with it as she waited. It seemed like forever! In actuality, it was probably only about ten minutes. But, it was a very long ten minutes.

They might also get to discover what sex the babies were. Alison had spent a great deal of time with Dakota's daughter, Gloria Jean. And, with John's daughter, Lisa. Miyuki was a constant presence in their lives now, also. And she never regretted any time spent with those girls. Part of her was wishing for a couple of adorable little girls to dress up and spoil.

Part of her was also wishing for little boys to shower with all the affection her first son should have had. Two, beautiful sons to chase their daddy around the castle and learn ninja tricks that would give her premature gray hairs.

She turned to smile at the Daddy in question and squeeze his hand as he stood beside her. Whichever gender they ended up with would be perfect. And, whichever they didn't get would be what they tried for next. She had already pretty much made up her mind that one more baby, at least, was in the cards for them.

Somehow, she didn't think Longshot would require much convincing.

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Longshot absently watched Dr. Crusher set up her equipment. His attention was mostly on his wife laying on the exam table anyway. He smiled down at Alison and squeezed her hand back.

"I say after this visit, I should call Tasha and Dad about the news. Maybe let them hear the heartbeats. What do you think?"

He had not forgotten the doctor's promise to record said heartbeats.

"Okay." Alison continued smiling and her thumb rubbed restlessly over the back of his hand. Over the mantra of babies, babies, babies! in her head she remembered an earlier promise. She hummed thoughtfully to herself for a moment.

"Or, you could invite them over to hear it, if you want. And show them the pictures of our little beans."

Beverly straightened up after getting the last piece of equipment in place. She smiled to herself at the little beans comment as she pulled out one of those round recording disks and popped it into one of the machines. There!

She turned to the obviously happy couple. "I hope everything went well this last week. I decided to also give you some visual footage as well, you'll be able to see the hearts beating."

If it was possible, Alison bounced that much more at the thought of having video of their babies' hearts beating. Something she could look at and listen to any time she wanted. Someday, she would be able to feel them moving inside her and she wouldn't need outside assurance. For now, a recording would be wonderful.

"A little morning sickness. Nothing too horrible." She blinked and looked thoughtful. "And I can't stand the smell or taste of pears anymore. But, doing well. Thank you for the extra recordings. I want to see and hear absolutely everything I can."

"I'll invite them. As long as it's okay with you." He grinned a little. He was going to be careful about putting Tasha and Alison in the same building let alone room. Ali was pregnant and didn't need extra stress. And he was almost sure that nothing had been worked out between the two yet.

Longshot's grin broadened at the mention of video recording. Little hearts! Beating away on the TV. Little hearts that would hopefully grow up to love him. "Thank you, doctor!"

"Should invite your other mom, too. She'll want to see the babies." Alison smiled and wriggled excitedly. Babies!

She had an ulterior motive for wanting the jonin to visit, too. But, the babies were the most important reason.

"And we might be able to tell the sex of the babies, too, right?" She gave the doctor a hopeful look.

"Well, some taste preferences do change with the changes in your body. If you miss pears a lot, just remember that you'll be back to liking them after the babies are born. Most likely." Beverly picked up a wand-like instrument and did a couple test waves of it over Alison's midsection. She nodded to herself as she reached over and hit a button on one of her machines. For Longshot's amusement, there were plenty of blinking lights on the machines. Beverly held the wand over Alison and slowly moved it into a better position.

"Well, we can if I do a DNA scan. Otherwise, in about three weeks the gonads with form which is the biggest indicator. The DNA scan will take a little bit to do, however."

"I was never really attached to pears. I just can't stand them now." She shuddered slightly. And then she went still as Dr. Crusher moved the wand over her. She didn't want to mess anything up.

"How is the DNA scan done? Is it difficult?"

"Yeah," Longshot agreed with a nod. "And maybe Asuka will finally get back from Paris. She'd be an aunt of sorts, I guess."

He was momentarily entranced by the blinking lights on Dr. Crusher's machines. Then he heard something about a scan and focused back on the two women.

"Hmm. We have a much bigger family than I initially realized." Alison chuckled and shook her head. Not that it was a bad thing. Family was wonderful. "I know Miyuki misses her."

She turned back to watch the monitors. Her own heartbeat kicked up a bit as she waited to see her babies.

"Not too difficult," Beverly commented as an image flickered to life on the screen, "It will take a little time since I have a feeling you don't want me to be invasive at all, but if you want to do it and wait around a little, we can do it today."

She reached over and adjusted the volume. "Now, I believe in your time, most heartbeats aren't heart until around the ninth or tenth week. Though that's not a restriction to the 24th century."

She slowly set the wand as close to Alison as possible without touching. "And... there's four heartbeats..."

She looked a little bemused but pointed to two pairs of pulsating spots. "There's the heartbeats. They're beating a little fast, but it's hard work turning into embryos."

"I don't mind the wait," Alison assured her. She was fairly certain that Longshot wouldn't mind waiting to find out the sex of their babies, either. Their life had plenty of surprises. They could afford to spoil themselves in this instance.

And then they were listening to their babies' tiny hearts beating away. Four tiny hearts. Alison's face was in danger of breaking if her smile got any wider. The babies had inherited Longshot's two hearts.

She squeezed her husband's hand tightly and didn't even try to stop her eyes from brimming with tears. Her eyes were fixed to the screen. The sights and sounds before her, and Longshot's hand in hers were the only things that existed for her at that moment.

Longshot managed to stay on his feet this time. Of course, he wasn't exactly aware of either of the other two women in the room with him. His attention was fixed on the monitor and the magical beans with his hearts. He had given up four little pieces for them.

He didn't mind the least.

For some reason, one of his hands was immobilized. Nothing to worry about. He had another hand to use after all. The Mojoworlder carefully reached over to the monitor and gently brushed a finger over each of the magical beans. Since he couldn't exactly plunge his hand inside Alison and do that, this would have to do.

Alison...

She was in the room, too. Those magical babies were inside of her. He looked down at her and grinned like the goofball he was. Longshot pulled the hand that held his up to his mouth and kissed it softly.

He had no words really.

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