"No, I guess not." Alison looked down and rubbed both sides of her belly as the babies squirmed around. Once in a while, a small bump appeared somewhere on her belly where an elbow or foot was poking out. She tickled it lightly until it was pulled back.

She wanted to hold them. She wanted Longshot to hold them. Sometimes, she had the desperate feeling that everything would be alright once the babies were born and in their arms. Then their future would feel real.

"I can't imagine a future without him. He and the babies are all I want in the world. I could give up my music and everything else if I had them." She took a slow, deep breath and looked up again. "I guess I'm wrong. Over-thinking things. I'm just so afraid to lose him. I don't know if I could do any of this alone."