The Deep End of the Pool

The Deep End of the Pool

By MammaMarie

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters, the Star Trek franchise, and everything else. I just use them for my own personal, non-profit amusement (they can't take away my dreams).

Summary: For those who asked for the outcome of the Trip’s (mis)adventures with “alien women” betting pool in my story, Over the Side.

They had been spending most of their free time together. Trip was studying Vulcan mental disciplines that would help him cope with the cerebral side effects their bond, T’Pol was learning Human physical practices that would help with her cope with the physical side effects of their bond. In other words, after a couple of hours of mental exercises, the evenings usually degenerated into a free-for-all of mixed Vulcan-Human sexual explorations.

On the positive side, Trip was getting much better at managing the telepathic link, he rarely lost track of what he was doing anymore when receiving information from T’Pol. The headaches had pretty much disappeared and he was physically more relaxed than he had been in years. If he thought about her, he knew exactly where she was and what she was doing, almost all the time. It wasn’t quite absolute, but even when he didn’t know exactly where she was, he knew that she was OK. It was like a melody inside his head, uniquely T’Pol. As long as it was there, she was fine.

On the down side, he found himself almost obsessed with watching T’Pol’s escalating sexuality. She no longer strode purposefully down the halls of the ship; she damn near sashayed. The Captain and several others had mentioned that associating with humans seemed to be rubbing off on her. It wasn’t that she was less Vulcan, but there was a relaxing of the strict hold she usually kept. Travis had asked if she was doing her hair differently (she wasn’t) and Hoshi had asked if she had changed shades of lipstick (she didn’t use any). Nobody had suggested that it was due to Trip’s influence except the Captain, who had mentioned that she seemed to be getting a better handle on the nuances of human social interactions. Then again, who knew what Archer had meant by that observation?

All in all, life was mighty fine for Commander Charles Tucker III. His ship was running smoothly, the Engineering crew was really starting to progress towards being the finest crop of young engineers in the fleet, he had the love and admiration (returned tenfold) of a truly amazing woman. The only dim spot was the fact that they both believed their relationship needed to be kept secret. He wanted to stand on the Bridge and shout at the top of his lungs, “I LOVE THIS WOMAN”. He wanted to get down on his knee in front of the entire crew and ask her to marry him. He wanted to fall asleep in her arms each night and wake up with her each morning.

Star Fleet regulations made that impossible. They were both senior officers on the same ship. There was no place in the regulations for married couples in the same crew. There were regulations about “fraternization” between a senior officer and anyone they might have under their authority. If the Captain were unavailable, T’Pol would be In Command. Personally, Trip had never had a problem with that. The times when she had been in Command, he had taken orders from her just as he did Archer. No favoritism, no emotional games; both of them understood their place in the world and they worked together flawlessly. Being open about their relationship would only cause Star Fleet, in an excess of regulatory zeal, to try transferring one of them (which made them both sick time) or ground them both planet side. Eventually, something would have to give, but for now they would wait. They had each other; both body and mind, and that would have to be enough.

Walking the halls towards the Captain’s Mess; and dinner with Archer, Malcolm and T’Pol, Trip allowed himself to reach out to her, touching minds briefly. She was in sickbay?? “T’Pol? Are you OK?”

“It is just a quick checkup. Phlox thought he saw something unusual in my last bioscan and wanted to confirm it.”

Panic struck,

“There IS something wrong, isn’t there?”

“According to Phlox, my bioscan shows only normal biological functions. I will arrive at dinner shortly, please let the Captain know I will be a few minutes late.”

She was more than a few minutes late. It was almost 30 minutes later that she walked into the Captain’s Mess. During that time Trip had been unable to get anything more than “I’m Fine” from their bond; he couldn’t even tell if she was still in Sickbay. Just about the time he was ready to head out in search of her, she strolled in with a very odd look on her face and her mind completely closed to him.

All three men rose as she approached the table. “I apologize for being late. My visit with Dr. Phlox took somewhat longer than expected.

“Trip told us you were in Sickbay, are you all right?”

“Yes Captain, I am… according to Phlox, “the picture of health”.

Trip practically growled at her, “Then what took so long?”

“Trip, I really think that is between T’Pol and the Doctor, don’t you? I’m just glad that Phlox didn’t find anything wrong.”

Malcolm chose that moment to chime in from the sidelines, “To your continued good health”; he raised his water glass to complete the toast.

For a bit things quieted down and T’Pol proceeded to have her dinner. Trip was growing more and more agitated because T’Pol wouldn’t at allow him to make contact, either by eye or mind. Because he was so preoccupied, he was caught off guard when the topic of the betting pool came up.

“So Malcolm, have there been any interesting new additions to The Pool recently?”

“What pool would that be Captain?”

“You know Malcolm…The Pool…” Captain Archer nodded his head to the side to sort of point at Trip.

“Oh, THAT Pool. Yeah there have been a few rather interesting new ideas come up.” Malcolm consulted a data PADD. “Let’s see, after the more common variety ideas of Trip catching diseases, including an “ugly” bug which makes him even uglier than he already is…”

“Hey! I am not ugly!”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder mate. There are also bets on catching diseases that make him impotent, or sex-crazed, of both. I haven’t quite figured out how that one is supposed to work yet.”

“Maybe it cycles back and forth, or maybe he becomes sex-crazed but can’t do anything about it. That sounds like his kind of luck.”

“Captain…”

“There’s also: Trip catches a non-human female and ends up keeping her as a pet. Trip catches a non-human female that and ends up keeping her as a concubine. Trip ends up getting married to a non-human female after getting he saves her life. Trip ends up getting married to a non-human female after she gets HIM pregnant. I’m not sure that one is valid since he’s already been pregnant once. What do you think?”

T’Pol lowered her tea cup slightly, “Since he did not get married the first time he got pregnant, this would seem to be a unique variation.”

“Not you too T’Pol!”

“Let’s see, of the newer entries there is: Trip gets involved with a non-human female, goes AWOL and starts a revolution on her home planet. I can certainly see that one happening. Trip develops a telepathic bond to a non-human female.”

Trip began looking toward for a reason to escape from the room because they were getting awfully close to the truth.

“Trip gets involved with a non-human female but they have incompatible atmospheric needs. Trip gets involved with a non-human female who eats him after they mate. Sort of a black widow spider type non-human? Can’t say as I can picture that one myself...spiders just don’t seem your type.”

“Thanks a lot.”

“Trip develops a telepathic bond with a non-human female, gets married to her and they have Triplets. Hm…who do we know in the crew that is into puns, bad ones at that?”

“Buns?”

“Archer chuckled, “Puns, T’Pol. It’s a form of humor in which a word with more than one meaning is used in a sentence where either meaning could be valid.”

“I am not sure I understand the reference or why it is supposed to be humorous.”

“Let’s see if I can give you another example. If I stand three men by the wall, give you a weapon and say “Fire at Will.” How would you interpret my command?”

“I would believe that you meant for me to shoot at the three men.”

“Now, what if I told you that one of the three men was named Will? How would that affect your interpretation of the order?”

Silence.

“The order might mean either “shoot at the three men” or “shoot at the man named Will.”

Archer sat back with a look of satisfaction. “Exactly.”

“I fail to see the humor in such a vague and imprecise order.”

Trip decided to try his hand at explaining the pun, especially since he was kind of a fond of them himself. “It isn’t really funny as in laughter, more funny-odd, that the exact same phrase can have such wildly different meanings. It is an oddity of the English language. Some people put a great deal of energy and thought into deliberately thinking up such phrases.”

“I see. They believe that they are being “clever”. Interesting. However, I do not understand the pun being referred to in the last wager.”

Archer was chuckling himself at that point. Conversations with T’Pol could be pretty challenging when trying to explain strange human customs. “Adding the suffix –let to a name creates the diminutive form of the name. So, in this case, Triplets can mean either smaller copies of Trip, such as children that are very like him, or it can mean three children from a single pregnancy.”

“I see. So, in this case, the sentence could be literally true in both meanings, three infants who were smaller versions of the Commander. Fascinating, the ways in which humans twist their language.”

“Exactly!”

“Perhaps whoever placed this wager was not aware of the inherent pun and only meant to refer to the multiple births?”

“Sure, it’s possible, but unless we ask them, we won’t know if that is what they meant or if they were just being clever. If they were just being clever then anything more than a single child would qualify as a win.

“This is stupid. Since I don’t expect to be having ANY kids in the near future the entire discussion is kind of academic, isn’t it?”

“You never planned any of the other things either. Unexpected things just seem to happen to you Trip. I think the only way to describe your luck with women is…unique. Malcolm, who placed that last wager about the “Triplets”?

“I’m not sure Captain, I don’t recognize the name; perhaps it’s a nickname?”

“Well…what is it?”

“It looks like ‘T.H.Y.L.A…perhaps it would be pronounced Thigh-la?”

Coffee sprayed across the table as Trip vaulted forward in his chair, gasping for air. The men at the table started laughing. “Recognize the name, do you?” “Anybody we know?” T’Pol sipped her tea, peaking at him over the rim of the cup.

“When...cough…when did that entry get made?”

“Let’s see…it was just added in the last hour or so.”

Trip’s mind reached out frantically to T’Pol for confirmation. When it came, accompanied by a tiny nod as she set the cup on the table, he almost fell out of his chair. She flooded his mind with all the images and emotions she had been ruthlessly suppressing for the past hours.

Trip gazed helplessly back and forth among the three people closest to him in the entire universe. “I didn’t think it was possible…I just never thought…How could it…?”

As he floundered about, trying to complete a single coherent thought, both Archer and Malcolm stared at him in wonder. Malcolm figured it out first and looked back and forth between the sputtering Trip and serene T’Pol. “You don’t mean to say…Commander?” T’Pol gave him a confirmatory tip of her head. “That’s FANTASTIC! I always thought there must be more going on…I mean that the two of you made a good couple, especially after that whole generational Enterprise alternate timeline with Lorian and all.”

Archer was a bit slower to comment. “I can’t say that I’m all that surprised in some ways. What will you do now?” He barely got the words out before Trip was scrambling to get around the table to T’Pol, dropping to his knees and reaching out tentatively to place his hand on her belly.

“Are you all right? Phlox didn’t find anything wrong did he? I didn’t think that we could have kids, at least not without a lot of laboratory help. When…how…we need to talk. But first there is one question I have to ask. It’s one I have wanted to ask you for a long time. T’Pol, will you marry me?”

T’Pol looked down at him, his gaze steady on her even though there were tears in his eyes. She gazed into his eyes and …smiled. “That would be quite acceptable.” Before she could say anything else, she found herself enveloped in an almost crushing embrace.

For the next few moments they simply held each other while Malcolm and the Captain stared in amazement. Within the embrace their minds converged, blending their emotions and sharing information. When they finally separated they found that Malcolm had moved into the seat previously occupied by Trip, leaving Trip the empty chair nearest T’Pol.

They arranged themselves on the chairs facing the two bemused men. This would be their first test of public reaction to their relationship. There would be plenty of people on both their worlds who would object to their marriage and the birth of hybrid children. If these two, their closest friends, objected then they could certainly look forward to a very hard road ahead.

It took a few moments for Malcolm to break the silence. “That bit about Triplets. That was just a joke, right? You meant Little Trips?”

“It was not a joke. It was, in fact, the reason why I spent so much longer with the Doctor than anticipated. Multiple births are virtually unheard of among Vulcans. The advent of a triple birth, particularly across species, is causing him some concern. There is no precedent for prenatal care in such a case. There isn’t even a way to calculate the expected term of the pregnancy. It will be several more weeks before he can conduct sufficiently detailed cellular scans to determine if the human or Vulcan gestational norms can be applied at all.”

All three men looked a bit stunned at this announcement. Even though Trip had known from their mental sharing that she was actually having three babies, the complications involved in the pregnancy hadn’t really sunk in yet. With no way to know how long the pregnancy should last or what could be considered “normal” there would be no way for the doctor to know if T’Pol and the babies were really OK. With her tiny size and slender build, a triple pregnancy in a human would be tricky, but across species?

“Does the Doctor think you are in any danger? I would love for us to have children, but I don’t want to lose you either.”

“For the moment, things seem to be proceeding along a “normal” pattern for an early pregnancy of almost any species. The doctor has promised to monitor all four of us very closely and is researching both human and Vulcan Obstetric texts in order to plan as best he can. He will be presenting some recommendations to you Captain, such as restricting me from planet side missions for the duration of the pregnancy, in order to reduce any risk from chemical or biological exposures. Other than that, he has expressed no concern for my life or well-being. Pregnancy is, after all, a normal biological function.”

“So that’s what you meant earlier…but this isn’t a normal pregnancy. There are so many unknowns and variables that he really can’t be sure, can he?”

“Unlikely, however, given the existence of our bond, it is quite possible that I will share a similar bond with out children and be aware of any distress they may experience. Possibly even before the Doctor could identify anything overtly abnormal.”

“I hadn’t thought about that. That will be kinda’ handy, won’t it?”

“Wait a minute…the wager did mention a telepathic bond. Are you saying that the two of you are actually linked already? That you can read each other’s minds?”

“It is normal among Vulcan mates to share such a bond. It was, however, a surprise to learn that humans are also capable of forming such a bond.

Leave it to Malcolm to ask the logical question, “Hold on…if you can read each other’s minds, how come Trip didn’t know that you’re pregnant?”

“We retain the ability to keep our thoughts private from each other, if we choose to do so. In addition, the bond is strongest during physical contact. Over distance the information transfer weakens.” Trip could feel himself blushing when he realized how her comment about physical contact might be interpreted by the other two men. T’Pol turned to look at Trip as she finished her response. “I chose to suppress the information until after the Doctor had finished his examination and confirmed the pregnancy and was planning to share the news with you later this evening. I did not expect that the existence of my entry in the pool would be revealed during the evening meal.”

“That’s right, you won the pool. Or did you?” Malcolm looked at the others, “Since T’Pol already knew the answer, is her entry in the pool valid?”

“There’s no rule against using insider information for irregular betting so I guess she wins. How about it T’Pol, do you know which movies you will chose?”

“Awara Soup, Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, and Like Water for Chocolate.”

“Food movies?”

“If the descriptions are accurate; these movies address human group reactions to dissimilar persons and how others react to what is referred to as “forbidden relationships”. If I understand the term correctly these relationships are between persons for whom the differences are supposed to make a lasting relationship untenable. Yet in each case, the relationships do endure. I had thought that perhaps they might be instructive.”

Trip rolled his eyes, “In the 20th century, they used to call those kinds of movies “chick flicks”, but I think I see your point. The relationships generally survive in those stories because the individuals involved are strong willed and willing to ignore the bigots in order to make their own path through life. Yeah, we are sure going to have to make our own path aren’t we? Not entirely Vulcan or Human but a blending of the two.”

“So, how long have you had this bond thing anyway?”

Trip looked a bit sheepish. “Since shortly after we returned from the expanse.”

Archer looked like he couldn’t decide if he was annoyed or intrigued. “Do you mean to tell me that the two of you have been in telepathic communication with each other all this time and never thought to mention it to anybody?”

“The Doctor is aware of the situation and has been monitoring the progress of the bond since we first became aware of it. It was a medical issue and did not have any negative impact on the performance of our duties.”

Eager to avoid annoying the Captain, Trip chimed in, “In fact, the Doctor thinks that the bond might be the reason I was immune to the Orions. Besides, it took a while before we really understood what was going on.”

“Just exactly when did you figure it out?”

“Um…when I got transferred off the Enterprise. It was part of the reason why I came back. Bein’ so far apart for so long was causing physical problems, headaches and such. Besides, look what you did to my engines while I was gone.”

“So you can’t be stationed apart…how convenient for you both.”

“Hey, this isn’t something we planned. It just happened.”

“Like T’Pol getting pregnant, just happened?”

T’Pol gave the Captain a bemused stare. “Neither the formation of the bond nor the pregnancy could have been predicted. In fact both should have been physiologically impossible. However, both are now facts that must be managed.”

“Two of my senior officers have been keeping house right under my nose and I have been blind to that fact. How would you suggest I “manage” that? Starfleet will certainly transfer you dirt side for the duration of the pregnancy and since you two can’t be separated, that means I lose my two senior officers. Since there are no allowances for families onboard Starfleet ships, they won’t let you come back afterwards either. Especially not since you will be married to each other, the regulations are pretty clear about relationships within the Chain of Command. You’ll be lucky if some damn fool bureaucrat doesn’t try to court-martial you both.”

Trip stared, “I never thought that you of all people would react this way. You are acting like we are a couple of teenagers caught in the act. I had hoped that as our friend you would be supportive. You need us both here and you know it. There isn’t anybody better qualified to deliver these babies that Phlox, so it makes no sense to transfer us for medical reasons and you know that as well. As for court-martials, I want to see anybody try.” He looked at T’Pol then back at the Captain. “If we have to, we’ll resign from Starfleet, but we will NOT be separated by the bean-counters down in Starfleet Headquarters.”

Archer sat back and looked at the two of them. T’Pol looked composed and Trip looked like he was going to take on all comers. A quick glance at Malcolm showed that he was behind them all the way.

“Hang onto that attitude Trip; you’re going to need it. Don’t get me wrong, as your friend I am delighted that you have found each other and I would be thrilled to officiate at the wedding, if you want to have it here on the ship. However, the problem of the bureaucrats won’t go away just by wishing it. I’m not sure how much I can do in this situation but I’m willing to try. It may be that the best you can hope for is a transfer down onto the planet.”

Malcolm finally found his voice. “Now that the Xindi ware is over and we are at peace again, hasn’t there been talk of shifting us back to primarily long range exploration? Most people don’t really want to be separated from their loved ones for years at a time and there is plenty of good evidence that long term voyages tend to be more stable with families along.”

“That’s a good point Captain, d’you think we could convince Starfleet to allow for families onboard if the Enterprise were heading out on a multi-year exploratory mission? T’Pol and I would just be one of a number of families then. No different from any other family.”

“No different huh? How many other Human-Vulcan couples do you think we will have volunteering to join the crew?”

“You know what I mean Captain. If we were the only shipboard family in Starfleet, it would look like special treatment and make things even worse. If there are a number of families…well then we would only be dealing with problems from interspecies prejudice instead of both that and people angry about special treatment from the higher ups.”

“I could resign my Starfleet commission and revert to being a scientific advisor in necessary. That would remove me from any position of authority over my mate.”

“Y'know Cap’n, it might not be a bad idea to ask Travis to help out with the family related arguments. Having grown up on a family run ship doing deep space runs, he might have some insights into why families are a good idea on long trips.”

“Not a bad idea Malcolm. I think we need to have a major strategy session if we are going to pull this off. In the meantime, you two keep a low profile and let’s keep your engagement and impending parenthood quiet for the moment. Strictly need to know while we try to get Starfleet to see things our way.”

--

“It went just as we planned. Once they agreed that the Enterprise should undertake a long range, multi-year exploration mission, it wasn’t that difficult to convince them that families would be a good idea, on a trial basis of course. As soon as the new regulation was signed, with sub-regs for allowing married couples to serve together as long as they served in different departments and were within a single rank step of each other…I handed them invitations to your wedding. You should have seen the looks on their faces. They were absolutely stunned. What really amazes me is that we got the whole thing through them and signed in less than a month.”

--
The wedding took place several days after the new regulations were signed. It was, of course, held onboard the Enterprise. In keeping with their stated desire to blend both of their cultures within their lives, the ceremony was neither Vulcan nor Earth based. As they both felt that their marriage had truly begun with their bonding during T’Pol’s Vulcan wedding, they felt no need to recreate that traditional event. Nor did they feel the need for a typical human ceremony with its religious overtones.

The groom wore Vulcan robes in the tan and brown of the Vulcan desert while the bride wore the emerald green of the Earth’s lush vegetation. T’Pol was attended by Ensign Sato of Earth and V’Lar of Vulcan and Trip was attended by Soval of Vulcan and Lt. Reed of Earth. Trip’s entire family came up for the ceremony; as T’Pol had no living immediate relatives she invited T’Pau and Phlox to stand as her family. The entire crew showed up to celebrate with them. Captain Archer officiated, providing a simple, eloquent affirmation of their commitment to each other. A reception followed immediately afterwards in the Spacedock Reception Hall, it being the only place large enough for everyone to fit and still leave room for the buffet and bar.

--
As they were being congratulated by both the Vulcan Ambassador and several senior Admirals from Starfleet, Doctor Phlox joined them with his carefully choreographed news.

“Congratulations!” He beamed at the assembled dignitaries in his ebullient style. “I do love a wedding. All of my wives and co-husbands had such lovely ceremonies.” He turned to Trip and T’Pol, “Well it seems that the refit of the Enterprise will certainly work out nicely for everyone. I understand that extra time needed to create family quarters will mean several additional months in port. Even with the present uncertainties regarding the period of gestation, it appears that the children will be at least a couple of months old by the time we leave spacedock.”

The entire group sort of pivoted to face the doctor. “What children are you referring to Doctor?”

He waved his drink about and beamed as he spoke, “Why… the newlyweds, of course. Given the unknown factors involved in a cross-species pregnancy, it has been quite difficult to determine an approximate date of delivery. We are currently projecting that the births will occur sometime in either May or June…or July, according to the Earth calendar. Fortunately, with the extension of the refit through to December, even if the gestation is closer to the Vulcan norm than the Human, the births should occur well before we leave. Although we have the best in Exobiology facilities onboard, it would probably be best to remain near to a more extensive planetary medical facility, given the uncertainties of a multiple birth across species.”

Trip put his arm around the small of T’Pol’s back and grinned at her. T’Pol nodded her head in acknowledgment of the Doctor’s statement. “That would appear to be a very reasonable precaution.”

Even the Vulcan Ambassador looked a bit shocked by the Doctor’s exuberant announcement. It did not take long for them to realize that the entire argument about families and long term missions had been a cover up. They had been suckered and they knew it. Without realizing it, having both signed the new policies and attended the wedding ceremony, they had provided public acknowledgement and approval of not only the marriage but the children that might result as well.

“Archer, he set us up. When I get my hands on him…wait a minute. You said children. Is T’Pol having Twins?”

Trip chuckled as T’Pol answered with a straight face, “Triplets.”

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

Damm!! This is one of the best T&T stories yet. Well written and more importantly funny. It would have been great if Paramount had done an episode prior to their cancellation of the show. I really think that if they had given it more focus we could have been enjoying Enterprise a lot longer. Please continue and write further, I find your writtings very pleasurable to read

*snicker* This is very silly. I like it.

Triplets. Heh. *snort and an eyeroll* Three times the poopy diapers, three times the fun! : D

Triplets?! Oh, wow! You did sooooooooo good with T`Pol´s surprise and pun indeed. LOL LOL LOL

I hope it was supposed to be silly. Archer convinces Starfleet to change the mission, just to accomodate ar romance? Anyway the Triplet part: very funny.

Trip took the news quite well, I think! (Compared to my husband when I announced twins.) Very funny set up!

Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. You have to write more. Please. I want more stories!

Funny, indeed :-)
Though I, personally, would make T'Pol NOT comment on 'Triplets' meaning. Just imagine Trip saying that:

"C'mon, T'Pol, tell me right now, 'Triplets' as in Little Trips, right?... Right?... T'Pol, that's NOT funny!"

Does "fire at Will" have something to do with the general dissatifaction with the finale?

This was simply a great story and triplets? O boy! I hope you continue writing because this set of stories was entertaining and incredibly funny. I've missed these types of stories simple and just plain ol' fun.

(Sighs in sorrow of opportunities missed) Why didn't you write for the show? It would still be on if there had been more (any!) episodes as good as this.

"Triplets". Heh. Fun fic that I enjoyed all the way through...

And, as a heterosexual guy, thank you for the mental image of T'Pol "sashaying". Wonderful image that.

Good fic, enjoyed it a lot but personaly I would've liked to have seen a little more of the "Archer talks to Starfleet" the jump from the suggestion of the idea to it actually having happened seemed a bit to abrupt but as I said good story

Very nice, and well done! :)

I like the triplets joke, that was cute. Not bad, I enjoyed it! I thought starfleet was a bit of a pushover but in this situation they obviously weren't the focal point of the story.

I laughed outloud at the T'pol "sashaying" as well, that was great.

"Fire at Will" also had a great F***nale implication!

This one begs a sequal

Cool story. Loved the multi-year mission foreshadowing of TOS. Cute pun, thanks for the Trip-le pleasure. Yes indeed, write more!

Loved it! Thanks.

That was too cute! Loved it. On of the best stories this year. Thanks!

That was too cute! Loved it! One of the better stories this year.

...deep end of the Gene pool...

Absolutely fabulous way that Trip found out about his 'lets - a lovely story overall - thank you for sharing!

Triplets!!! Cute!!!

And "Fire at Will." I could do that..........just thinking about the finale.

Only now I was able light this story. Fantastic, absolutely fantastic! Sweet, full of Humor! You have to write more. Please. I want more stories!