Title: Eight Maids A-Milking
Author: Shatterpath
Feedback address: shatterpath@shatterstorm.net
Date in Calendar: 21 December 2007
Fandom: CSI / ER / Facts of Life / Stargate SG1
Pairing: Catherine/Sara/Dace, Kerry/Zo, Jo/Michael, Sam/Janet/Art, Karen/Darya
Rating: PG
Word Count: 614
Summary: On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, eight maids a-milking.
Advertisement: Part of the FSAC:DW07


Note: Eight of the moms comparing stories. 21 (Saturday): Jo, Janet, Sam, Dare, Cath, Dorothy, Rosa and Blair (Whose son, Joey, is 15 weeks.)

Beta: mrswoman & ariestess

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, eight maids a-milking.

++ Catherine ++


"Sure it'll leave marks," Jo drawls wryly, not bothering to hide her smirk. "Skin's versatile stuff, but you're talking about a pair of ripe watermelons here."

Laughter ripples through the group of us, sprawled lazily in some comfortable lounge in Michael's building in the financial district where she's put us up.

"And the fatigue," Sam chimes in sleepily, her entire torso virtually obliterated beneath the bulk of Elana and who I think is Cory, but I'm not entire certain. With four infants in that household, confusion is understandable. "This one still tires me out." The complaint might be petulant, but Sam's touch is pure adoration where she strokes her daughter and her brother.

"I was insatiable," Janet speaks up, grinning wolfishly. We all howl appreciatively and she waits for us to quiet to continue. "Oh sure, you think that sounds great, but I really mean insatiable. Like an itch I couldn't scratch."

"Poor Art," Darya simpers, earning a sour look from her best friend and Sam's snerk of amusement sets the rest of us again. "For me, it was the psychological changes. I expect my body to change, but there were days that I had no damn idea what my brain was doing."

"And the cravings!" Blair adds in over our chuckling. I still haven't gotten used to the idea of her her sharing a name with our Washington Sentinel expert. What are the odds? "They weren't so bad if I could figure out what I actually wanted, but if not..."

"Prowling the local supermarket like a woman possessed?" I pick up the thread, lost in my own mostly fond memories. "God, Lindsey was the most restless bun. Three months of rolling and kicking and heartburn. It doesn't surprise me at all that she turned out to be a Sentinel, now that I know what to look for."

Dorothy moans about the lack of sleep, not at all helped that she was trying to get her acting career off of the ground at the time, and Rosa chortles along. Looking fondly at her daughter, who started this whole train of conversation, the elder in our midst pauses to think over her contribution.

"It is all true," she finally says decisively, shifting her dark gaze to the pair we've been tormenting. Both Dace and Zo flinch, their eyes wide, but settle at the older woman's smile. "Those babies will make you more miserable than you have ever been at times. But it is worth every second."

The group murmurs agreement and I smile mistily at my Sentinel and Zo, both of them carrying Jim Ellison's genetic legacy. Dace grins wryly at her dark companion, whose alarm subsides somewhat now that we've moved on to the happy side of pregnancy. "Well, I suppose there's that," Dace shrugs, making us all laugh once more.

She'll be better at this than she thinks, for my Dace is more nervous than she lets on. Fortunately, she is not alone in this, as she has me and Sara and the extended pack around her. This child will be adored and raised in a new way, where her powers will not be squelched for the sake of this modern society. From an early age she will learn both the good and bad of her abilities, for there is no doubt that this child will be as powerful as her parents. Honestly, with Zo's sensitivities, her child will probably be just as extraordinary.

As much hassle as we have given the expectant moms, it's done with love. Our big clan continues to grow as friends and children are added.

None of us would have it any other way.