Wanda POV

I slowly came to consciousness, and was glad for the lack of sensory overload. I stretched my feelers to my fingers and toes, and then when felt around in my body, I felt something else there. It was weird, like it didn't belong, and yet it wasn't supposed to.

Then I realized what "it" was; our baby. I sat up incredibly fast, and didn't even mind the dizziness. My hand flew to my stomach, and some how I could feel our baby respond to me, yet it didn't even move.

When I had jerked up, apparently so had Ian, "Wanda what's wrong? Are you ok?"

I looked him in the eyes, and smiled, "I just felt our baby." All of a sudden it didn't matter that we had fought, or that he was too jealous over Burns, or that I wouldn't be able to go on raids soon.

Ian put a hand over my stomach, and withdrew it quickly, "Sorry. Am I allowed to do that?"

I realized that Ian hadn't figured out I forgave him. To solve any problem of forgiveness, I grabbed his face, and kissed him. I kissed him harder than I ever had before, and I even bit his lip a little. He grabbed the back of my neck, and it seemed like he would never let go. Finally I pulled back a little, but left our foreheads touching, because I needed some air. I whispered, "I felt our baby."

I could feel him smile more than see it, but I could definitely see the pure joy in his eyes. Again Ian put his hand over my stomach, but I just shook my head, "Not that way. It was-" but then I stopped short. Did he really want to hear that it was my feelers that felt our baby?

He nodded his head, "I understand. Tell me later in our room. I want to hear everything. Even about how your feelers felt the baby."

I laughed, he had guessed right. He always knew how insecure I was talking about my…alien parts. It was different than talking about my girl parts. Ian never seemed to mind that, as long as it was in the bed room, and he was the one talking about them. I shivered at the thought, and I saw that Ian had read my mind again. I smiled softly, then blushed.

Mel took this opportunity to cough, "Look O'Shea, I don't know what you're doing to poor little Wanda over there, nut I want to hear about my future niece or nephew." She bounded over to us, and sat next to me. I looked at Doc, and nodded.

"Mel, maybe you want to give them more time alone? Maybe they want to see the baby first?" Oh Jared, how little did you know about Mel's and my relationship if you don't know I would want her here.

Mel looked at me with her puppy dog eyes, "Mel, I need you here. You're my sister." She looked to Ian, and I knew I needed to reassure her that she belonged here, "I could make Ian go in the other room, and you and I could be the first to see the baby?" Mel's eyes brightened at that, like she was even considering it. I knew she wanted to make Ian squirm though, so I played along.

"Nah. He can stay." I smiled, and knew Mel had forgiven him also.

In only a few minutes, we were all staring at the ultrasound machine. We were all staring at the baby. I closed my eyes, and extended my feelers to touch the baby again, and I heard Ian gasp, "The baby just moved! Wanda did you see that?" He looked at me, and knew I had caused it. He smiled, and gave me a chaste kiss.

Doc told us he couldn't print out a picture because he had no paper that would work, but I wasn't listening. My eyes were focused on Ian. He wiped the gel off my stomach, and helped me sit up. He sat behind me with his arms around my stomach. Doc went over instructions for my care for the next few weeks, and when he mentioned full bed rest, my face scrunched up, "But why?" Doc just looked at me, and I mumbled, "fine. I'll do it. But the moment I can get off bed rest, you have to make Ian understand it, all right?" Doc nodded, and let us go back to our room. Ian carried me the whole way, just smiling every time I complained I didn't need to be carried.

He opened our door, and set me down on our bed. He pulled his shirt off, and I couldn't help staring. I ogled his arms, his abs, but the thing I stared at the most was the little tuft of hair that led straight don into his jeans. It was the lightest hair on his body, but I could just barely see it. I saw a bead of sweat roll down it, and I just gulped. Ian laughed, and I blushed. I blinked a few times, then looked back to his eyes, and could see the same fire in them.

"Oh Wanda, you have no idea of how much I would love to ravish you right now, "He sat on the bed next to me, "but we need to talk."

"Ian, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted like that. I should have stayed to talk, and to explain myself. I know how jealous you can get, and I should have respected that."

I leaned my head on his shoulder while he talked, "Wanda, none of it is your fault. I knew I was tired, and my temper was short. I should've just ignored it all and gotten some sleep. I'm so sorry I treated you that way. I promise it'll never happen again."

I nodded, "Can I say one last thing?" Ian nodded, and kissed the top of my head, "You have no reason to be jealous of anyone, especially Burns. I am devoted to you, and only you." We both ignored the fact that I had basically said once he died, I planned on killing myself. That was a conversation for a later date and time, when we both weren't so exhausted.

I lifted my head up, and kissed him chastely at first, but then the kiss deepened. He pulled me to him, and leaned me back on the bed slowly, "are you sure? Will it be safe for the baby?"

I nodded, and closed my eyes as he began slowly kissing my entire face, my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, and finally back to my mouth, "I love you Ian. The babies will be fine."

His head shot up so he could look me in the eyes, "Bab-ies? As in plural?"

"Oops. That was supposed to be a surprise." I giggled, and he kissed me hard.

"And exactly how long were you going to keep this from me?"He continued kissing me. "Wanda? Do you have an answer?" He whispered the last part.

It was all I could do to nod my head, I couldn't think straight with what Ian was doing to my body. "Ian." Oh Ian, my wonderful man, "don't stop, don't ever stop."

"Never." I gasped, finally realizing how much he wanted me.

It was then, in that single moment, that I knew Ian and I would be all right. We would make it through this. It would be hard, but we would be ok. We had two babies on the way, and Ian would make a wonderful father. It was in these caves, where I was screaming Ian's name in joy all night that I knew our babies would be safe, and maybe even happy.

Fin

A/N: I left a lot up to the imagination here, but that's just because I felt I couldn't continue the story. It's already longer than I intended, but WAY shorter than my usual stories.