A few weeks had passed and Tom was once again laying on the medical bed with Tord holding his hand. They were finally going to find out the genders of their two children. The two men were lost in such deep thought that they didn't notice when Alex headed in. The shortest man coughed and the two lovers turned to look at him.

"So. Are you two ready to find out the sexes of the crotch gremlins that will soon be infecting your house?" Alex asked, looking bored. Tord scowled at the medic.

"Alex... Remember you're at work..." Tord threatened, his voice low.

"Tord... Remember that only I know how to organise this branch of your army. Without me you would be dead." Alex said with a shrug, setting up the ultrasound machine. As always Tom shivered slightly.

A few moments passed without much happening. Then Alex looked up at the two men. "A son and daughter." He said blandly, looking back at the machine. "Wait... Your son seems to have only developed one arm. Can't be sure until he's born though. So it's probably nothing important and just the angle he is in." He smiled at the two soon to be parents.

"Wait... You just drop that our son might have only one arm and then act all normal? Dude... That's cruel." Tom glared at Alex, pulling his hoodie down over his now clearly defined baby bump. Tord rested a hand on his partner's shoulder.

"Yeah well. Low chance." Alex smiled, printing out the ultrasound and passing it to them. "Have fun. Anything wrong, call me." Alex then shooed the two men from the room and walked over to a dark skinned man next to a slightly shorter pale one. From the postures of those two Alex appeared to be scolding them.

"Let's go home Tom. Our son will be fine. If he doesn't have an arm I'll make one." Tord comforted. Tom nodded.

"Yeah. Leif is going to be just fine.." Tom said, mostly to comfort himself.

The two men walked out of the base, Tord stopping occasionally to scold or to give an institution. They got into Tord's battered old ford and drove off, in silence.

After about half an hour Tord looked at Tom. "How about we go and have some food before we head back? I'm going to pay." He tilted his head as he asked the question.

"Why not. Maybe instead of a meal we could go get some ice-cream and shop for baby stuff? We need to start doing that. We have nothing and these kids are not growing up like I did." Tom gave the idea like it was the most rational thing ever.

Tord sighed. "Okay. Meal at a different point in time?"

"Yep. Not today though." Tom smiled at Tord as he spoke.

Tord fought to hide disappointment from his voice as he agreed and began to drive into town. When the two finally arrived Tord parked and payed. "Ice-cream first then shopping?" The Norwegian man suggested.

Tom nodded. "Okay." He smiled, dispite being fully male pregancy appeared to suit him, for what Tom assumed to be the first time since he first tasted that oh so addictive poison called alcohol his skin was clear and his hair seemed thicker. All in all Tom just seemed healthier.
Tom would swear up and down that he hadn't changed or that it was just pregancy and not to get used to it, but Tord knew that it was the fact that Tom hadn't been drinking. The lack of his potentially life ruining addiction had nearly broken Tom to start with, but now even Matt had noticed a positive change in Tom's mental health and attitude.

"Tommy? Were you lost in thought again?" Tord cooed causing a jolt of alarm to spike through Tom. The Brit looked about seeing they were in an ice-cream parlor.

"Yeah sorry..." Tom mumbled as the person in front collected their iced good and walked off. The two men stepped forwards to be greeted with a boy of about sixteen with shoulder length hair that faded from dark indigo blue to a galaxy purple, small flecks of white dotted it. He had shocking electric blue eyes and a friendly smile on his handsome face.

"Greetings sirs, what would you like today?" The boy said smiling, his voice had a melodic hum to it, it fit his face almost perfectly.

Tom and Tord scanned the flavours, Tord decided on a strawberry shortcake one and Tom on a vanilla and chocolate with chunks of honeycomb in it. The boy nodded and scooped the two flavours into cones. "That will be five pounds please." The young man said kindly. He seemed to love his job. Tord passed the money over and the galaxy haired man bid them a good day.

Tom hummed as he walked off, a small smile graced his round head. Tord looked at him, confused but also admiring the shorter British man he had somehow fallen in love with, and even more shocking to the Norwegian, had fallen in love with him. "You seem happy today Tommy. Care to share why?"

"Everything just seems good. Edd and Matt are happy, it's a nice day, the twins are fidgeting slightly and I have ice-cream." Tom smiled. "Oh and I'm with you numbnuts." Tom added seeing the hurt look souring Tord's scarred face.

Tord chuckled. "Where did the bitter and jaded Jehovah's witness go and who are you?" Sarcasm dripped from Tord's every word.

"Oh he's still here you commie arse. Just decided to focus on the beauty rather than the negative. But then you wouldn't have even thought that possible of me would you?" Tom joked, gently elbowing Tord in the ribs before biting into the ice-cream.

Tord's face scrunched up. "Faen..." He whispered. "How do you just bite ice-cream?"

"Easy. You open your mouth, put it over the ice-cream and bite down." Tom smirked.

"Okay smart arse. But doesn't that hurt?" Tord narrowed his eye, a few months ago he would have said that nothing about Tom would surprise him, now he wasn't so sure. He was learning something new about Tom every day, it just showed how far they once were. Tord knew that if even two years ago you told him that he and Tom would be in a loving relationship and that Tom would be nearly six months pregnant with his twins he would have scoffed then shot you.

"No? It doesn't really matter." Tom said with a shrug.

After about two minutes the two men arrived at Tord's car. They joked about while they finished eating.

Timeskip because I hate writing shopping almost as much as I hate actually shopping.

Tord held the front door open for Tom when they arrived back. Tom waved for Tord to come in quietly and he did. In front of them were Edd and Matt wrapped in a tangle of limbs, sound asleep, Matt using Edds chest a a pillow while Edd rested his head on Matt's. It was shocking that Matt's flaming ginger hair allowed Edd to sleep. Tom took a photo of this wholesome tangle of limbs.

Tord smiled and whispered "We need them awake to help take the kids stuff to your old room, well the cots don't."

Tom nodded and headed over, gently rousing the men from their sleep. Edd grumbled but helped set up the stuff. He cooed over some of the clothes.

Tord was carrying one of the cots in, one side was higher than the other, obviously his robotic arm was helping him carry it. Tom stood up and tried to help. "No Tom. You can't. You might hurt the children. Just rest, you've done lots today." Tord scolded.

Tom pouted. "I just wanted to help!"

"I know pineapple but we can't risk the children." Tord reasoned.

"Fine!" Tom stormed off to the sofa and flopped onto it while Tord carried the cot upstairs.

All was well in the house, the typical chaos had melted into a productive hectic. Matt was designing what would be the nursery when the children stopped being in the same room as their parents. Edd was cooking and Tord was doing all the hard lifting jobs. Yes, this was going to be just fine. Tom could tell. He just knew that it would all turn out all right in the end. No matter how unconventional the family might be he was going to fight to give the children a good childhood they could look back on fondly, not one like his own, plagued by pain and dispair and depression. Lief Samiel Lund and Inger Asta Lund would have a good life and Tom would ensure it.

A/N: aaaaa sorry for this taking such a long time, but I hope it was worth it. Thank you for reading! Much love- Alex.