Disclaimer: The characters and situations of the TV program "SPACE: Above and Beyond" are the creations of Glen Morgan and James Wong, Fox Broadcasting and Hard Eight Productions, and have been used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended. Dylan Mackenzie belongs to me.
Rating: NC-17 This story contains sex - don't say you didn't know!
Once again - MANY THANKS to Karen, she's the bestest beta ever, and Vasalysa - who showed me the dark side!
Chapter 5.
The 58th sat in the briefing room, trying desperately not to keep staring at the doll their CO had removed from his flight suit and flung unceremoniously onto the table. McQueen had finally been cleared for bridge duty. Dill had persuaded Nurse Wilson to consent to that. But having to take the doll to the bridge had been the final straw.
West sat nudging the chair to his left every time he saw Hawkes staring again. He was certain that McQueen was well aware of their constant looks towards the table. One thing he knew was that McQueen was not in the best of moods, and that this doll was the reason.
The doll had been the talk of the Tun for the past week. The 58th had suffered terribly at the hands of the other squads - endless jibes about how their CO needed his dolly, and couldn't go anywhere without it. It hadn't helped when Hawkes tried to explain why he was carrying it. It just produced howls of laughter, and Hawkes had totally lost his head. They'd had to drag him out of the door, as he yelled threats to the other squads.
Of course this was the first time any of them had actually seen it. If they'd needed to speak to McQueen in his office, he'd quickly hidden it in a drawer. Or if he was in the corridors, he had it firmly stuffed down the front of his suit where prying eyes couldn't see it.
They could hardly be blamed for being desperate to see it, West figured. They all knew why he was carrying it around. And having spent a fair amount of time in the company of McQueen's boys, West understood why he'd be prepared to do it. Cameron was his son, and he was devoted to his family. Any fool could see that, West sighed. They really were the cutest kids though, he thought. Hamish got him every time. The toddler knew no fear - was always smiling and laughing. Such a happy little kid. Hell, he had to face it. They might well actually be McQueen's kids, but the whole squad felt like they belonged to them.
McQueen stopped talking. "Any questions?" he asked, knowing with a sinking feeling that those questions wouldn't be about the mission he'd just briefed them on.
"Sir!" Hawkes hand flew into the air.
"Yes, Hawkes" Ty sighed.
"Umm, I was wondering… if… you know… err…"
"You want to see the damn doll, don't you?" Ty looked around the room at all of them. "You all want to see the damn doll!"
As one, four heads nodded vigorously.
"You know why I have to carry it, don't you?" he asked, sitting himself on the edge of the desk and picking the doll up.
"It's for Cameron, isn't it, sir?" Damphousse ventured.
"Yes, it is." he said. "Do you know why?" He looked up. "West, lock the door. I don't want anyone walking in. This is bad enough as it is."
West scooted over to the door as the rest of the 58th gathered around the table to examine the doll, passing it around between them.
"Hey, it looks just like you!" Hawkes grinned. "It even has a neck navel!"
"Yes, Hawkes, it's supposed to be me." McQueen groaned. "I hate the damn thing, but you are not to repeat that to Dylan, or you'll get latrine duty for the next six months!"
"I think it's cute." Damphousse smiled. "Look, it even has the flight suit."
McQueen rolled his eyes as she cooed over it.
"It kind of smells a bit odd though." West said. "Like… hammerhead fuel?"
"And sandalwood." Vansen added, surreptitiously trying to sniff McQueen. "It smells sort of like you, sir."
"That's the point, Vansen. Cameron needs to use it as a surrogate me." Ty paused, the words sticking in his throat. "It's a… a 'Daddy Doll'" he shuddered.
"Oh, that is so sweet!" Damphousse grinned. "To think that you're doing this for your little boy."
"Uh," Hawkes began, "uh… Iona said you have to take it to bed with you. Is that true?"
The way McQueen blushed told them it was. "Yes, it has to be in the bed when I bring him in with us in the morning." he admitted. "The whole point of it, Hawkes, is that Cameron thinks this is something very special to me. So that when I give it to him, complete with my patches, it'll help him deal with not having me around."
"You're gonna give it a Wildcards patch though, aren't you?" Hawkes asked. "I mean, really, we should give them to the boys anyway. I mean, they're kinda like our little brothers or something."
"He's right." Vansen said. "We all feel like they're ours too, sir. I mean, we're like a family anyway, so they're part of the Wildcard family. Just like Dylan is too."
"And Iona!" Hawkes protested.
"Iona too, Coop." Damphousse smiled. "He's right, sir. And you'd better put an Angry Angels patch on there too. After all, you have one."
"Sir?" West asked.
McQueen turned to look at him. "Yes, West?"
"Will they be leaving before the new baby is born?"
"I don't know, West. Maybe."
"But don't you want to be there, sir?" Damphousse asked.
"Yeah. You were there for the boys." Vansen said.
"I was only there because their transport was attacked and they had to bring Dill back. She'd gone into labour." he reminded them.
"Why'd you call her Dill?" Hawkes asked. At the others' smiles, he added, "Sir."
McQueen just stared at him. "Because it's her name, Hawkes."
"No, it isn't. Her name is Dylan."
"Coop," Damphousse chuckled, "it's like us calling you Coop, instead of Cooper. Or calling Nathan, Nate. It's an endearment… a sign of affection."
"Ah." Hawkes grinned. "I get it."
"No, Hawkes, you don't." McQueen told him sternly. "And if I hear you calling her Dill, I will not be amused. Understood?"
"Why?" Hawkes was truly puzzled now.
"Because, Coop, it's the colonel's special name for her." Vansen sighed.
"Oh." Hawkes muttered, grinning.
McQueen had had enough. He wanted to put a stop to this before it got any more personal. "Well, if no one has any more questions, I'll see you in your hammerheads in 30 mikes." He picked up the doll and rammed it firmly down the front of his flight suit before unlocking the door and leaving.
"You think he calls her that when they're, you know, doing it?" Hawkes chuckled.
"Hell, Hawkes, if he's anything like the rest of us, the only name he'll call will be God's!" West laughed.
"Stop it, you two!" Vansen told them. "That's the colonel you're talking about!"
"Oh, come on, Shane. It's not like we don't know they do it." West laughed. "I mean, there are the boys, and she's pregnant again. I think that's a give away!"
"It's kind of like imagining your parents having sex, don't you think?" Damphousse said.
"That's it exactly!" Vansen sighed. "Now quit it, or I'll never be able to look him in the eye again!"
Laughing, they headed to their quarters to get geared up.
Six hours later, with the mission over, McQueen headed to his office to start on the paperwork required after the debriefing. He'd just sat down and pulled the doll from his flight suit when there came a knock at the door. Looking up, he saw Hawkes standing there.
"What do you want, Hawkes?" McQueen stuffed the doll into the bottom drawer of his desk.
"Can I speak to you, sir?" Hawkes asked hesitantly.
"Why didn't you ask earlier?"
"It's kinda private." Hawkes told him. "And you did say I could come to you anytime."
McQueen sighed and sat back in his chair. "Go ahead. Sit down."
"Well, when you're with your wife, umm…Dylan… do you hold back?" Hawkes asked, flinging himself into the other chair that had been squeezed into the tiny office.
"What?"
"I asked Nathan about it, but it's not the same for him. He's not as strong as we are. I mean, aren't you afraid you'll hurt her? She's so small and everything. I mean, she's smaller than Shane!"
McQueen sighed. "Hawkes, both Iona and Dylan are half Invitro. That should answer your question."
"But sir!" Hawkes persisted. "I mean, I hold back, and Iona's nearly as tall as me. Aren't you afraid you'll hurt her?"
"Listen, Hawkes. Dylan is half invitro. She's a lot stronger than she looks. So is Iona." Ty glanced at Hawkes' face, knowing he wasn't going to be satisfied until he got the truth. "No, Hawkes, I don't hold back normally. I do now because I don't want to hurt the baby."
"You mean you're still doing it? She's pregnant!" Hawkes was astounded.
"Ok, Hawkes, enough. I answered your question. Now is there anything else, or can I get back to my paperwork?" McQueen prayed that would be it. Already it was far too personal for his liking.
"How did you know you loved her? I mean, how did you know it was love?"
McQueen closed his eyes; it was going to be one of those conversations. Why, he asked himself, why me?
"Are you trying to decide if you're in love with Iona?" Opening his eyes, he watched that thought fly across Hawkes' face.
"Yeah." Hawkes grinned eventually. "But how will I know?"
"You'll know. Believe me, you'll know." McQueen smiled.
"How? How will I know what I'm supposed to feel?"
"You're not supposed to feel anything, Hawkes. Either you do or you don't. There's no magic formula. It's different for everyone, I guess." Seeing the bewildered look Hawkes gave him, McQueen sighed and carried on. "I can't speak for you. I can only say how I knew. "
"So? How did you feel?" Hawkes asked expectantly.
"My heart skips a beat when I see her. Thoughts of her distract me endlessly. Hell, just thinking about her makes me smile. I even looked forward to those sessions we had, remember?" Ty smiled at Hawkes. "Look, Hawkes, I'd been married before. I knew how I felt then. But with Dylan, it's different. Totally different. She made me feel, like… well, she still does… she makes me feel like I'm the luckiest man in the universe. That I'm the only man in the universe. On those occasions when it's looked like I might lose her," he shook his head, "well… that doesn't even bear thinking about. I don't know how I could live without her, Hawkes. I've even thought about what I'll do after the war. I've always considered myself a lifer, but these days… just knowing that I have my family… I'm seriously having second thoughts."
Hawkes stared at him incredulously.
"Hell, Hawkes, you asked!" McQueen exclaimed.
"How did you know you wanted to marry her? Was it because of the babies?"
"No. I'd asked her before either of us knew she was pregnant. We planned to wait until after the war. The little guys arriving… well, that just brought it forward."
"So how did you know?" Hawkes persisted.
"I just did." McQueen sighed. "I knew I wanted her to be mine. No one else's. I wanted… no, I needed to know she was waiting for me. Hell, I don't know, Hawkes. I can't explain it! All I know is that I never want to be without her. I'd give my life for her in a heartbeat. I'm sorry I can't help you more, Hawkes. It's difficult to explain."
"So how do you know if she loves you?"
"God, Hawkes! How the hell do I answer that? I just do. I mean, look - I piss her off big time. Look at the other day when I asked Iona to look after the boys, and then again when Iona spoke to me. I seriously pissed her off, but she still worked to sort it out. Hawkes there have been more times than I care to remember when she and she alone has saved our relationship. I've been ready to quit, but she never is. She fights me, makes me see what a stupid tank I am. That's how I know she loves me. If she didn't care, why would she bother?"
"Any other ways?"
"Lots, but you'll have to find those out for yourself. And that is not an invitation to talk to Dylan!" McQueen shooed him. "Now get out of here. It sounds to me like it's Iona you should be talking to, not me."
"I will. Thanks, sir!" Hawkes grinned as he shot out of the room, almost at a run.
McQueen shook his head. How was he supposed to answer Hawkes' questions when he wasn't sure himself? He knew one thing though - he was confident that Dill loved him. Talking to Hawkes had shown him that much. He did trust her. With a contented sigh, he settled down to the paperwork.
McQueen arrived back at their quarters just as Dill was getting ready to take the boys to the Mess for some dinner.
"Hey, Dill." he smiled, coming up behind her and kissing her gently on the back of her neck. "Your hair's getting long. Needs a cut."
She turned in his arms. "Hello, handsome. Just in time to help me with the boys. Your timing is impeccable. I just changed their nappies, and now we're off to eat. Coming?"
"Of course! You think I'd leave you alone a moment longer than I have to?" Ty asked her, kissing his way down her neck.
"Are you feeling ok? What happened? Did we win the war? You're in a very good mood." Dill smiled, gently stroking his back.
"I was talking to Hawkes. It made me realise a few things, like how much I love you. And how much you love me." Ty took her hand and kissed it.
"Ok, who are you, and what did you do with my husband!" Dill laughed.
"Come on." he laughed. "Let's get these boys fed. Because, Mrs McQueen, I'm feeling in a very good mood. And if you play your cards right, I might let you have your wicked way with me later."
"Promises, promises!" Dill said, smiling. "Where's the daddy doll? I don't feel it where you usually hide it."
"Damn, I must have left it in the office. I'll get it later." Ty told her, bending to scoop up Hamish. "Hey, little guy, did you miss me?"
"Did he, hell! He's been a busy little soul, investigating the filling in the sofa. Which I managed to stuff back in. I hope no one notices!" Dill chuckled.
"How was Cameron?" McQueen asked, lifting Hamish high in his arms and 'flying' him.
"Well," Dill sighed, "we had a few 'Why Daddy's'. Some tears. But at least this time he calmed down after a while. What I want to know is why the hell he behaves for Iona and Cooper, but plays merry hell for me!"
"Because you're mommy, and little guys have to be naughty for mommy, don't they, Hamish?" McQueen chuckled, still flying him in the air. The little boy laughing gleefully.
"Well, I know one big guy who'd better go and get that doll. You know full well Cameron needs to see you with it at dinnertime." Dill told him. "In fact, why don't you give me Hamish and take Cameron with you to fetch it?"
As he passed Hamish over, Dill gasped and clutched her stomach.
"Dill!" Ty cried. "What's the matter? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine." Dill told him. "It's a contraction. I've been having them today. Now go get that doll!"
"You're having contractions? Why the hell didn't you call me? We need to get you to sickbay! The baby's early!"
Dill laughed at the panic on his face and in his voice. "I got them checked earlier. They're Braxton Hicks. Practice contractions, Ty. Nothing to worry about, I promise. So calm down, breathe, and go get that doll. Hamish and I will meet you in the Officer's Mess."
"Are you sure? It's early for those, isn't it? I thought they didn't happen until into the eighth month?"
"Someone's been doing their research." she laughed. "I went to the sickbay this morning. And I've spoken to Iona, who is, in case you forgot, a fully qualified midwife. I've been pulled and prodded, scanned and groped. They're Braxton Hicks, I swear. And apparently they get stronger towards the end, so I'm finally starting to feel them."
"Okay then, if you say so." McQueen picked up Cameron and headed out of the door. "We'll meet you there."
Dill smiled. The panic on his face had been almost laughable, but she'd been pleased to see it.
Dill and Hamish arrived first at the mess, and Hamish demanded to be allowed to wander around saying hello to the other diners. Dill sat watching him as he approached each table with a big smile on his face and a cheery 'ello!'
"Hamish, come back, my lover. Come to mummy." she called as he began attempting to climb up onto an empty chair.
Hamish smiled at her and began toddling back as the ship bucked violently and the alarms sounded. Over the intercom came the call for squadrons to report to the hammerhead bays, the 58th amongst them. Dill leapt up as Hamish lost his balance and hit the floor screaming. She'd just scooped him up when Ty arrived at a run.
"Here, take Cameron! Here's the doll! I have to go!" he told her, flinging the doll to the table. He was gone before she had a chance to speak.
Sighing, she stood with a crying child in each arm as all around her people ran from the room. She jumped when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Mrs McQueen?" It was the young corporal who'd delivered them dinner the week before.
"Do you need some help getting back to your quarters?" he asked, concerned. "Why don't you give me one of the boys and I'll take you back."
"Thank you." she whispered, handing him Hamish just as Cameron began to wail, calling for Ty. "Oh Cameron, not now!" she snapped. Cameron just screamed louder.
"He's probably frightened, ma'am." the corporal said, leading her to the door as the ship bucked again. "We need to get you back to your quarters as quickly as possible, ma'am." he told her, pulling her along.
"He wants his daddy." Dill told him as Cameron screamed 'Why Daddy' at the top of his lungs. "Hell! The doll." she exclaimed. "We need to go back for the doll."
"No, ma'am. I have to get you to safety. The colonel would have my head if anything happened to you or these boys."
"Dammit man! Cameron needs that doll!" Dill yelled. "I have to go back for it!"
"No, ma'am. You are going to your quarters and you will stay there. We're under attack! I'll bring the doll along once I've got you there safely."
"Cameron needs that doll. It's his security doll. To help him cope with Ty… the colonel," she corrected herself, "not being here. Please, we really need it. He'll cry like this until the colonel gets back otherwise."
"Ok, ma'am. As I said, I'll go get it and bring it to you. But please, let's get you back to your quarters." the young man cajoled.
"At least we're hoping the bloody thing will work. If it doesn't, he'll go ballistic. He's had to carry the thing around with him constantly for the past week."
"I think it's been noticed." the corporal smiled. "Here you go ma'am. Now please stay put and I'll be back in a flash with it." He hared off down the corridor, leaving Dill to try and settle the boys.
She'd calmed Hamish by the time the corporal had got back, but Cameron was still screaming fit to raise the dead. The young man crouched down and offered him the doll. "Here you go, little guy. This is your daddy's, I believe. Looks to me like you have to take care of it for him."
Cameron stopped screaming and reached for the doll, watching the young man intently. He pulled the doll to him and whispered 'daddy'.
"Well, ma'am, I think you got your answer as to whether it'd work or not" the corporal grinned. "If you'll excuse me, ma'am, I need to leave. As soon as it's safe, I'll bring you and the guys here something to eat."
"Thank you. Thank you so much" Dill smiled. "I'll tell the colonel how helpful you've been. He'll appreciate it, I'm sure."
"That's ok, ma'am. I'm just doing my job."
"No, you've been a saint. Thank you." She kissed his cheek, smiling as he blushed and ran for the door.
Eight hours later, Dill woke as McQueen slid into bed next to her. "Hey." she whispered.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep." he whispered back wearily.
"It's ok." She pulled him to her. "Was it bad? Did we lose many people?"
"Some. A couple of hammerheads. A few people died when the ship was hit. What I don't understand is why we didn't get any warning. We're supposed to be in a safe area of space here. I mean, hell, we're heading home to Earth" he whispered into her chest as she held him close.
"The 58th? Are they ok?" Dill asked, stroking his hair, knowing how badly he'd take it if any of them had been hurt or killed.
"No, they're all fine, thank god. What about you and the boys?" He looked up at her. "I'm sorry I had to run, Dill."
"That's okay, my love. I know you have a job to do, and you do it very well. I'm so proud of you." She kissed his forehead. "Remember that poor young man who brought us dinner last week?"
"The one you scared." he chuckled, moving his head to gently lick at her nipple.
"You scared him, mister, not me! Anyway, he helped me with the boys. He brought us back here, and went back for the daddy doll I'd forgotten in the rush. Well, you'll be pleased to know the doll worked. Oh god, Ty, that feels good." Dill sighed, as he slowly sucked her nipple into his mouth. "He gave the doll to Cameron, telling him he had to look after daddy's precious, and Cameron just took it, smiled, and whispered 'daddy'. He's been as happy as larry ever since. In fact, he has it in bed with him now."
Dill glanced down as she felt the increase in suction on her breast. McQueen was nestled against her, suckling, his eyes closed and one hand pressed against her breast, looking for all the world like a large Hamish feeding. She smiled, stroking his head as he continued suckling until sleep over took him, and her nipple slowly popped out of his mouth. She kissed his forehead, and settled herself to sleep, content in the knowledge that he was hers.
Dill woke to the feeling of gentle kisses on her abdomen, and the sound of Ty softly whispering.
"Talking to yourself again, McQueen? That's the first sign of madness, you know." she chuckled softly.
"I'm saying good morning to Isobel." he smiled.
"Well, how about coming up here and saying good morning properly to me?" Dill asked, reaching to stroke his face.
"Of course." Ty grinned, sliding up the bed to take her in his arms and kiss her thoroughly. His tongue softly traced her lips before slipping inside her open mouth tasting every inch of her warm, moist depths.
"Oh, yes." she gasped as they finally came up for air. "That's more like it, flyboy. In fact, that was so good it's given me ideas." Her hands snaked around his back, stroking and kneading at his shoulders. She pulled his head down to allow her access to his navel, her tongue flicking gently across it, before gently dipping inside.
"Oh god, Dill!" Ty gasped. "Do it again!"
"Your wish is my command, my love." Dill giggled, slowly running her tongue around the rim of his navel, causing him to buck in her arms. "Careful, Ty. I think perhaps we need to change positions, or you might hurt me."
"Ok." he whispered, as she rolled onto her side behind him and returned her attention to his navel. Gently she sucked on it, slipping her tongue in and out of it and flicking across it, as he bucked and jerked in her arms, until finally he could take no more,
"Enough, Dill! I need to be inside you. I'm about ready to burst!" Ty groaned.
"Then burst, my love." Dill whispered in his ear, before sucking on his navel once again.
"No, not with you like this. I can't control the way my body reacts to it. I might hurt the baby. We'll go all the way once the baby is born, and everything's back to normal."
"So that'll be sometime next year then, will it?" she chuckled.
"That's not fair." Ty told her quietly.
"You're right. I'm sorry, that was mean of me. I'm a very bad girl." Dill giggled. "So, want to show me what happens to bad girls?"
"Oh, yes." Ty smirked. "Assume the position, marine!"
"Sir, Yes, sir!" Dill giggled, getting onto her hands and knees.
"Now then, marine." he whispered into her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. "You will not move until I say you can. And no noise either, or I'll have to punish you some more."
"Sir, Yes, sir. No noise, sir." she giggled again, wriggling against him, grinding backwards against his obvious arousal.
"I said no moving!" Ty chuckled, slapping her gently on her bottom.
"Sorry." Dill giggled. "I can't help it."
"Sir." he chided her. "You forgot the sir!"
"Oh," she laughed, "sorry, sir! But get on with it, will you? Before the boys wake up."
"Sir!" the silver haired man chuckled, sliding himself slowly into her. "Don't forget the sir."
"Sir." Dill gasped as he began to thrust more forcefully, leaning forward to knead her breasts. "Fuck me, sir. Teach me to be a good girl, sir."
"That's better." Ty whispered, speeding up his thrusts. His fingers gently rubbed and pinched her nipples as he softly kissed her neck, moving to trail kisses down her spine.
Dill writhed underneath him, desperately wanting to thrust backwards onto him each time he withdrew. She used one hand to reach beneath her, stroking his testicles as they slapped hard against her body.
"None of that." he laughed, pushing her hand away. "Keep both hands on the bed. If you slip, you'll take me with you, and we'll squash the baby."
"Then let me move, damn you!" Dill moaned, feeling her orgasm creeping up on her.
"Don't be so bossy." McQueen chided. "I'm teaching you to be a good girl, aren't I?"
"You're teaching me what a beast you are, Tyrus McQueen. Let me move, please? I promise I'll be a good girl. Just let me move."
Chuckling softly, he bent to her ear, his tongue slipping in and out softly for a moment, making her groan with pleasure. "Go on, then." Ty whispered.
"Thank you!" she gasped, as her hips thrust back forcefully, almost pushing him off the bed.
Holding her hips tightly, he thrust into her hard and fast as she thrust backwards to meet him. By the time he felt her muscles tightening around his cock, his own climax was close. The few final hard thrusts she gave as her body bucked wildly under his hands pushed him over the edge, and with a cry he collapsed onto her back, fighting to get his breath back.
"You need to move, my love." Dill told him. "You're pushing me into the bed. Isobel doesn't like it."
"Sorry." Ty groaned, rolling off her and kissing her belly, as she lay herself down on her back.
"Careful now, don't you go getting me all worked up again." Dill giggled as his head dipped lower and disappeared behind her swollen belly. She gasped as she felt his tongue inside her, sucking and licking at her hot moist core. "Ty!"
"You want me to stop?" he grinned mischievously over her belly.
"Hell no!" she moaned, as she felt his fingers slipping inside her, searching out the right spot to make her scream. His mouth sucked hard on her little nub.
McQueen worked on her, thrusting his fingers hard, stroking and massaging her, all the while matching his thrusts with the sucks on her clit. Dill writhed underneath him, her hands in his hair pushing his face into her, unable to release him until he'd brought her climax to the fore. She bucked her hips into his face, screaming as her orgasm burst upon her, and he felt her hot juices on his hand. Removing his fingers, he sucked them clean before once again bending his head to her core and licking her clean.
"Mmm, Dill, you taste divine." Ty told her as he slid up the bed to kiss her gently and hold her in his arms.
"You taste pretty good yourself." Dill told him, wriggling out of his arms to kiss his chest. "Lay back and let me lick you." she giggled, pushing him flat on his back.
"What am I, an ice cream cone?" he chuckled.
"Well, now you come to mention it…." Dill smirked, licking her way down his chest and smooth abdomen, until she came to his already hardening cock. "Looks like you're ready for some action."
"Oh, Dill." Ty gasped, as she took him into her mouth, sucking hard.
Dill released him and began to slowly lick up his length, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip. Using her tongue to fuck the slit, she soon had him bucking upwards into her mouth. When she stopped, he cried out, grabbing for her head as she pulled away.
"Wait a minute, flyboy. I just need a little lubrication here." Dill giggled, reaching for the baby oil on the bedside table. "You want to say hello to my pokey finger, don't you?"
McQueen just stared at her, his breathing ragged and his chest heaving.
"Come on now, baby, don't hyperventilate. I don't want to explain in sickbay why you stopped breathing!" Dill giggled, stroking his chest and belly gently to calm him.
Once his breathing was more regular, she poured some oil into her hand and applied it liberally to his tight opening. "Ready?" she whispered.
"When you are." Ty gasped as her mouth descended once again on his aching cock.
Dill once again began to alternate between hard fast sucks and the slow gentle licks around the head of his twitching cock, until he was vigorously thrusting upwards, fucking himself in her mouth. Slowly she worked her finger inside him, waiting until he was relaxed enough for her to begin thrusting into him, then stroking just the right place to have him bucking upwards even more wildly. She began stimulating his prostate in rhythm with her hard sucks on his cock. Pleased with the way he held her head in place and fucked himself between her mouth and finger, she crept a hand upwards and softly massaged his navel.
The combined stimulation had him bucking uncontrollably and moaning incoherently before with one mighty thrust he exploded in her mouth. He collapsed back onto the bed, fighting for breath.
McQueen opened his eyes as he felt a warm flannel. Dill was gently cleaning him up. "Hello, baby." she grinned. "Recovered?"
"Just about." he smiled. "Come here and kiss me."
"Looking for more?" Dill inquired, arching an eyebrow. "Don't you have a job to go to?"
"Later." Ty whispered, pulling her down and latching onto her breast.
"Hell, Ty." she moaned, as he began fondling and kneading her other breast. "You sure woke up in a sexy mood this morning."
Ty winked at her from his place at her breast. Reluctantly he released her nipple. "Hell, Dill, it just tastes so damn good." He smiled. "I could stay here forever, just feeding from you."
"I'm sure you could, my love, and I'd happily let you. But right now I hear voices calling. I think our sons are awake. Do you want to go get them, or shall I?"
"I'll go." Ty said, rolling from the bed. He looked around. "Where's that damn doll?"
"Cameron has it. I told you when you got back last night." Dill reminded him.
"It worked?" he asked, astounded.
"Yes, my love. It worked, so you can breathe again now. No more carrying it around." Dill grinned at him. "Well, maybe only in here."
"Thank you god!" Ty chuckled as he went to fetch the boys.
Dill snuggled contentedly under the covers. Gently she stroked her stomach. "Hang on, Isobel - your brothers are about to bounce on you."
Looking up, she smiled as Ty returned, Cameron in his arms, clutching the daddy doll, and Hamish toddling at his feet. "Here you go, little guys. Here's mommy. Let's all get in bed and have a cuddle, shall we?"
Once they were all tucked up, Dill said. "You know, Ty, we'll have to get a bigger bed at home. The one we have will never fit five of us in it. And what if we have more?"
McQueen groaned. "More? You still want more? At least let's get this one born first before you start talking about more!"
"Oh yes, Ty. Lots more. Oh, at least seven, I think." Dill teased him.
"Seven! I'm putting in for a vasectomy right now." Ty chuckled.
"Don't you dare!" Dill laughed, slapping his chest. "I'm only teasing."
"No, Dill, you're deadly serious." he told her. "But that's ok. Let's just see, shall we?"
"Of course, my love." She smiled as he kissed her, while the boys happily crawled all over them both.
After they'd breakfasted in the mess, McQueen took himself off to his briefing, promising to meet up with Dill and the boys for lunch. Dill smiled at the way he had a positive spring in his step now that he didn't have to carry the doll around anymore. It was firmly held in Cameron's vice-like grip. Her thoughts were interrupted by Iona.
"Good morning!" Iona said brightly, sitting down at the table. "Colonel Cutie looks happy. He positively beamed at me as I passed him just now. Dare I ask what you've been doing to him?"
"It's the doll." Dill told her. "It works. Look." She pointed to Cameron, who sat on a chair, kissing his doll.
"Oh, thank god for that!" Iona cheered. "Coop says he's been like a bear with a sore head all week."
"There have been lots of reasons for that, Iona, as you know full well. Not just the doll. Today, however, he doesn't have to carry it around. He's as happy as Larry." Dill smiled.
"Have you ever wondered who Larry was?" Iona asked. "And what happened to make him so happy? Look, I came to find you because I discovered there's a pool on this ship. I thought we could take the boys for a swim. And it'd be good for you, too. Coop is off patrolling this area of space, keeping us safe from the chiggy's, which means that TC is up on the bridge, clucking over them like a mother hen. So you're footloose and fancy free."
"I'm hardly footloose and fancy free." Dill reminded her. "Really, there's a pool? I don't have a swimming costume with me."
"Coop says all the Marines have to keep up their swimming skills. They never know when they might need them. Who needs a costume, anyway?" Iona laughed.
"Iona, I am not skinny dipping!" Dill cried. "We're not teenagers anymore, you know."
"Well, you have a matching set of bra and pants, don't you? Who's to know they're not a bikini? That's what I intend to wear." Iona grinned wickedly. "Cooper bought me a lovely black set when I spent that leave with him. And, as luck would have it, I packed them."
"You're not seriously going to wear those, are you?" Dill exclaimed. "My god, Iona, they barely cover you!"
"Of course I am." Iona grinned. "So are we swimming or not?"
Dill sighed. "Oh hell, why not?"
Gathering up the boys, they headed off to gather the things they needed.
Emerging from the locker room a short while later, Dill was wrapped in a towel as she carried Cameron.
"God, Iona, I feel so self conscious. I bought this underwear on a whim. Ty's not seen me in it yet. It looks a bit silly with this bump." She caught sight of Iona standing with Hamish. "Holy cow, Iona! That's even skimpier than I remember!"
"I know." Iona grinned. "And you wouldn't believe what it cost poor Coop!" She did a quick twirl, showing Dill just how high cut the panties were. The bra itself barely covered her breasts. "It's a balconette bra, I believe. My boobs just sort of sit in it!"
"But I can see why he bought it." Dill giggled. "Ty would think he'd died and gone to heaven if I bought anything like that!"
"So come on then, flash yours. Let's see if he's going to groan or grin when he sees you in them." Iona told her.
"Well, they're nothing like that!" Dill chuckled, putting Cameron down.
"I wouldn't imagine they are, Dylan. This is not your style by a long way. Let me see - white cotton?" Iona teased.
"No, not this time. I saw them in the window of that underwear place in Inverness, and just had to go in and buy them." Dill confessed. "They cost a fortune. But I kept telling myself that that's why Ty sends us money - to keep us clothed. I think he'll approve."
"Well, come on then, it's time for the big reveal!" Iona chuckled.
Dill hesitated for a second, then quickly unwrapped herself from the towel. Iona's eyebrows shot up.
"My god, Dylan, you look amazing!"
Dill stood there smiling self-consciously. Her underwear was of a shade of blue that matched her eyes. The panties were French cut, with deep lace around the thighs. And whereas Iona's barely covered her, Dill's covered her completely. The bra was of the same blue lace, and gave her breasts a perfect uplift.
"Well, if he doesn't want to rip those off with his teeth, there's something wrong with the man!" Iona declared. "For something that covers you so completely, it's amazingly sexy!"
"Let's just get in the water before I chicken out!" Dill told her, blushing.
"Are you really telling me he hasn't seen you in that get up yet?" Iona asked, sliding off the edge into the water. "It's not terribly warm, but it'll be okay for a while." she grimaced. "Pass me the boys."
Dill bent to pass her Hamish. "No, he hasn't seen me wearing this yet. I haven't had the courage to wear it."
"Well, I think, my girl, that you better wait till after the baby arrives. Because he is going to seriously need to blow off some steam once he does see you in that." Iona chuckled.
"Stop it, Iona. I already feel self-conscious. You saying things like that is not helping." Dill slipped into the water herself, Cameron in her arms. "I thought you said it was warm?"
"Oh, you wimp!" Iona laughed, as she held on to Hamish, who was flailing away, desperate to get free. "We've swum in colder. Even in the summer, the loch is colder than this."
"You can let go of him. He can swim already. Just stay close to him. Sometimes he forgets to breathe and just sort of plummets to the bottom, and this is deeper than the bath at home." Dill told her as she swirled Cameron through the water.
"That is not a bath you have, Dylan, it's an indoor pool." Iona declared, tentatively releasing Hamish, who shot away from her faster than she'd anticipated.
"I got the biggest they could get me." Dill laughed. "Ty said get a bigger bath, and so I did."
"Bloody hell, Dylan, this boy is a fish!" Iona called from the other side of the pool. "He could put the marines to the test."
"I warned you. Careful, he's sinking!" Dill cried, as Hamish disappeared under the water.
Iona ducked under and emerged laughing, with the spluttering toddler. "Damn, Dylan, he can swim underwater too! Are you sure he's not half fish?"
Dill just laughed as Iona spent the next hour chasing Hamish about the pool.
By the time they met McQueen in the mess for lunch, both boys were ready for a nap and not really in the mood to eat.
"Come on, little guy, eat your food." Ty told Hamish, smiling as the toddler yawned hugely.
"They're tired, and him especially. Iona and I took them for a swim. You didn't say there was a pool here."
McQueen looked up. "It never occurred to me. So where did you get a costume from?"
"Oh, we went in wearing our undies." Dill blushed. "So, did you find out how the chigs managed to attack yesterday? Or aren't you allowed to tell me?"
"I can tell you." Ty sighed, spooning more vegetables into Hamish's mouth. "We had a ship out today, scouting around. It looks like they came through a wormhole - one we didn't have marked on our charts. They crept up on us and weren't noticed until it was too late, and now we have thirty-five dead who needn't be."
"I'm sorry, Ty." Dill whispered, holding Cameron's hand steady as he fed himself with the spoon.
"It's not your fault, elf. It's mine. I should have had ships out there, scouting ahead. I just took it for granted that we were in safe space." he told her.
"You've had a lot of things on your mind lately. And you're not the only one responsible for the running of this ship, Ty. Remember that." Dill smiled. "It seems like forever since you last called me that - elf. Come on. These chaps aren't going to eat anymore. Hamish is nearly asleep. Help me put them to bed."
"Ok." Ty nodded. "I'll clear these away, and then I have about 30 mikes before the 5-8 get back and I have to go de-brief them."
They'd put the boys down for a nap, and Ty'd disappeared into the bathroom, emerging with a huge grin on his face.
"My god, Dill, is that what you swam in?" he grinned, thinking about the underwear hanging up to dry.
"Yes. Why?" she blushed. "Do you like it?"
"What I want to know," Ty asked, coming up to her and holding her tight, "is why I haven't seen you in it yet."
"I didn't have the nerve to wear it," she confessed, her blush deepening.
"But you wore it to the pool and let everyone see how damn sexy you are!" he chuckled.
"Believe me, if you'd seen what Iona was wearing, even you wouldn't have looked at me twice! If Cooper had seen the looks she got, well… he'd be in the brig for murder right about now!" Dill laughed.
"Now why would I even want to look at Iona, when you, such a damned sexy pregnant woman, were there?" Ty asked her, kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear.
"Hadn't you better go," Dill giggled, "before you get too carried away? If you're a good boy, maybe I'll wear them for you later."
"Stockings?" he asked, his eyes alight with desire. "Have you brought any stockings with you?"
"No, I have not!" Dill exclaimed "What is it with men, this fetish for stockings? You know full well you'll never get me into a pair - I hate the damn things."
"A man can dream, can't he?" he sighed.
"I'll ask Santa to bring you a pair for Christmas. I'm sure you'll look lovely in them!" she giggled.
"If I didn't have to go now, I'd get you for that, Dylan McQueen!" Ty laughed, kissing her quickly before he left.
Yawning herself, Dill decided to take a nap too. Ever since they'd made love that morning, she'd been having the occasional contraction, and now they were a lot stronger. She decided that she'd speak to Iona about them later. But now she needed to sleep.
When McQueen arrived back at their quarters, there was no sign of life. He checked the bedrooms. Dill was still sound asleep, curled up on the bed, her limbs twitching as she mumbled in her sleep. He kissed her softly, before closing the door and going to check on the boys. As he opened the door, he was greeted with Hamish's cheery 'ello!' and the sight of Cameron kissing his doll. Ty smiled as he realised Hamish had the same soft highland accent as Dill.
"Hello, little guys. Sleep well?" Picking up Hamish, he wrinkled his nose. "Oh boy, do you stink!" he smiled. "Let's clean you up. Then we'll see to your brother, because I'll bet he's a stinky, too!"
When he picked up Cameron, the doll came too. A decidedly soggy doll. "What have you been doing to this doll, young man? It's soaking. Did you pee on it?" McQueen sniffed it. "Doesn't smell like it, so what did you do?" Cameron showed him - he grabbed for the doll and began to suck on it. "Hey, little man, don't suck him like that. It can't be good for you or him!"
After he'd seen to Cameron, Ty settled both boys with a drink and an optical disc to watch. Then he checked again on Dill, leaving the door open so they could see him. This time she was awake.
"Hey, sleepy head." he smiled. "Feeling okay?"
"I was tired. I've been having more of those damn contractions today."
Ty lay down next to her on the bed, his hand resting on her belly. "Did you tell Iona?" he asked worriedly.
"Yes, I told Iona. She says it's perfectly normal - it's not like I'm bleeding or anything." Dill turned her face to look in his eyes. "You know, I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that you came home, to Scotland. We made passionate love in front of the fire, and afterwards it wasn't you. He looked like you, sounded like you, but it wasn't you. It was your brother. It was really odd."
"I don't have a brother, Dill." Ty sighed, gently rubbing her belly.
"I bet you do. There must be at least one other invitro out there who shares the same gene pool as you, with white blonde hair and startling blue eyes. Of course, it may be a sister." Dill smiled. "Have you ever thought of looking to see?"
"I thought about it once. But as I told Hawkes a long time ago, I never did it. I was afraid. Not of what I might find, but of what I might feel." he told her.
"Ty, you know how to cope with your feelings now. Think about it - you could have more family hiding out there waiting to be found."
"Dill, if they wanted to be found, well… they could have found me anytime they liked. After all, my service record is public knowledge. It says quite clearly what my gene pool is." Ty reminded her. "Anyway, they might not even be still alive. Or even worse, drunks living in some sordid tank town somewhere. Would you really want people like that around our children?"
"Tyrus McQueen! Will you listen to yourself? People like that?" she scolded him.
"Oh, come on, Dill, you know it as well as I do, most tanks are exactly what they've been taught to be - terrified drudges out of their minds on drink or green meanies."
"You're not. Don't assume that you're the only invitro ever to be able to better himself. Look at Cooper. I know he has you and the 58th helping him, but he's not a drunken drudge, and neither is my father." Dill told him reasonably. "I'm sure that your gene pool held more that just the genes for blue eyes and blonde hair. What about the stubborn pride - the sheer determined pigheadedness? Where did they come from do you think? Why should you be the only person to have got them?"
Ty snuggled himself close to her. "So what you're telling me is that you want me to see if I have any family?"
"No, I'm not saying you have to do that. But…"
"You want to do it. Please, Dill, don't. I really don't want to know. And not because I'm afraid of how I might feel, but because I know I won't feel any connection with them. It wouldn't be right somehow. It would feel wrong. And then what if they thought I owed them something? It could turn nasty. No, Dill, I don't want to know. I have you and the boys. I have Isobel too. And who knows, maybe there'll be more children. You're all I need."
"What if someone comes looking for you?" Dill asked quietly.
"Then if that happens, I guess I'll deal with it. But until then, I'm not interested. I mean it, Dill. If you go looking, I'll be really upset that you didn't listen to me. Trust me on this - I really do not want to know." He was getting agitated, anxious that she'd keep pushing. "There are a lot of thing I'd forgive you for, Dill, but that wouldn't be one of them."
"I get the message." she sighed. "It was a thought, that's all."
"Well, unthink it." He told her, turning as he felt a small hand touching him. "Hey there, little guy, come for a cuddle?" He reached to help Cameron onto the bed. Hamish appeared with a huge grin on his face, and after helping him up too, Ty turned back to Dill. " You guys are all the family I need. You, the Ross's, and the 5-8. I don't need more, Dill."
Dill chuckled as the boys began to climb all over him. "I love you. Tyrus Cassius McQueen, the human trampoline!"
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