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future!verse: A Quick Visit

While sorting out meeting up with Liz's parents hadn't been too much of a hassle, trying to find a time to meet his family was proving to be more difficult than it really should be. They ended up having to take a shuttle over to Scotland - a fairly quick trip, though of course not so quick as the transporters would have been - where they'd be staying with Scotty's sister for a few days before heading back to California. Of course, traveling from one side of the world to the other meant they'd had to get time zones sorted out, and in order to arrive at Scotland at a reasonable time, they'd had to leave California at a very unreasonable time.

The trip was uneventful, and when they reached their destination, the worst they'd have to contend with was a bit of jet lag. For once - miracle of miracles - it wasn't raining, and while the air was definitely cooler than in California, it wasn't half so bad as Scotty had feared it would be. And although it didn't exactly feel like home, not anymore, he realized he'd missed it more than he thought. "Well, love, this is it." Now to go find his father, who was supposed to be picking them up.

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"I'm pretty sure you only watch them enough to make sure they don't hurt themselves. Other than that, they're on their own," she added with a laugh. Liz wasn't sure how they kept up either. She knew that it was a lot of work to have kids and sure, it was probably hard on some days, but she was convinced that having kids was what she wanted. Will was great, but she wanted her own.

Monty told him to stay close and Liz felt a sense of pride. He was much more fatherly than either of them realized. She moved and laid down beside him, her head on his lap and still watch the boy run around.

He smiled when Liz laid her head in his lap, shifting a bit so he could lean on hand, stroking her hair with the other for a moment before reaching for her hand. The two of them hadn't discussed the possibility of kids of their own in a while; back on the Enterprise, the idea had just been strange. He'd been certain that he'd have absolutely no idea what to do as far as kids were concerned. Looking after Will was quickly banishing those doubts.

Still, now wasn't exactly the best time to bring the topic up; he was still keeping an eye on Will, although the boy seemed to have gone back to pretending to be a frog, and was doing an admirable job of sticking close by. "You know, love, I've been thinkin'..." He didn't get much farther than that before Will slipped in the middle of a froggy-bounce and fell. Monty winced, and shifted again, preparing to get up and go brush him off or commiserate over whatever small injuries might have been had, but Will just picked himself up and kept right on bouncing around like nothing had happened.

Liz looked up at Monty when he started to talk, but he was redirected by Will falling over. She was then directing her attention that way, but Will was fine. She figured he would be. Kids were resilient and if you didn't pay any attention to their falls, they usually survived. Once he was up and fine, she looked back up at him.

"He's in range. I'm keeping a mental eye on him," she smirked. "What were you thinking?"

He relaxed a bit more when Liz let him know that she was keeping an eye on Will telepathically. "I know we've been busy, gettin' settled in an' makin' these trips," he began, giving her hand a small squeeze. "Well. I was wonderin'..." He paused, watching Will for another moment before continuing, "I mean, once we get ourselves a house an' get all settled in, there's no reason not tae." He didn't seem to realize he hadn't actually specified what it was he was talking about. "If you still wanted tae, I mean. I mean, I'm assumin' you do."

Liz was picking up the signals and she had a feeling she knew where this was going, but in an attempt to block herself a little from him so that he could go ahead and say what he was thinking, she just looked up at him, a soft smile on her lips. Will was occupying most of her mind at the moment, so she didn't have a huge focus on Monty, but she still sort of knew. "What exactly are we wanting to do?" she asked, trying to fish it out of him. She may be telepathic, but she wasn't about to make any assumptions.

He wasn't sure why she was asking, at first. Surely she'd caught some thought of it. Then again, he knew that she liked to give him a chance to come right out and say things, because they both knew that actually voicing thoughts was important to him. He laughed quietly, more at himself than anything else, and smiled down at her, giving her hand another squeeze. "I think you know very well what I'm talkin' about, love," he told her. He would have leaned over to kiss her, but with her head in his lap... He just didn't bend that way. "Kids, love. You've been wantin' them for a while, an' there was never any time... We've got time now. Not now, I mean, but you know. We've got time."

Liz had always made him say the important things out loud. She may have known what he was talking about and she may have been able to even guess, but she also knew that if he grew accustom to her figuring it all out on her own, he'd never have to be sure of himself enough to say it out loud. And when he finally did say it? It was much better than having him just think it.

She just smiled up at him. Maybe ti was because she was a little surprised that he had decided he wanted kids or maybe it was that Clara was partially right about pending all this time with Will that would help convince him. Mostly she was just happy. She was going to have kids with the man she loved. It coudn't possibly be any better than that. "You want to have kids?" she asked, as if she actually needed to confirm it.

"One tae start with, for preference," he teased, still smiling. Partly it had been taking care of Will that had decided him on the matter. Partly it had been seeing Liz's face light up when she got to hold Kevin. If he'd been planning on returning to active duty, or if he'd stayed on the Enterprise, he wouldn't have been so willing to consider the idea, but with a stable job waiting for him when they got back to California, and with the prospect of looking for a house in the near future, it made sense to start reconsidering.

She smirked up at him and decided, they yes, now way about time to sit up and kiss him for being a wonderful, wonderful man. Sitting up to sit beside him, she leaned in and kissed him briefly only after taking a mental check on Will who was apparently captivated by some kind of bug he found. Liz leaned in to kiss Monty again and this time when she pulled back, she had tears in her eyes and was smiling. "You're sure?" she asked, just wanting to be absolutely positive that he was positive.

"Aye, love, I'm sure," he replied, leaning over a bit to get an arm around her. He kissed her again, and then settled in to just sit beside her, leaning against her a bit. "Seems like a bit of an adventure, doesn't it? Raisin' a kid, I mean." As if to prove his point, Will chose that exact moment to run squealing back to the blanket, holding his hands out to show them another worm he had found.

Liz would have responded, but Will was currently trying to hand her a worm. She looked a little uncomfortable about the idea and instead smiled. "I'm sure Uncle Monty wants to see the worm, Will," she chimed in. With a little laugh, Liz watched Will bounce and whine until Monty just had to take the worm from him.

"How about you stop bringing worms back?" she asked. WIll just glared at her as best a five year old can glare. He wasn't really all that bad of a kid. He was just a boy. Granted, a little energetic. Liz leaned a little against Monty. "We can finish this conversation later," she whispered to him, watching Will now roll in the grass. "How's Clara feel about dirt?"

"Clara had me as a brother. I'm pretty sure she's used tae dirt," he laughed, depositing the second worm over the side of the blanket. "Granted, I don't know how she feels about frogs..." And there was little question that Will was going to absolutely insist that he get to take the frog back home. "Though I get the feelin' this isn't the first time he's insisted on takin' somethin' home." He laughed again, leaning his head against Liz's as he watched Will continue to roll around.

"No, probably not," she replied. It was probably not uncommon for Will to come bouncing into the house with something that really ought to stay outside. She could only imagine what Kevin was going to be like when he got a bit older. It was hard to tell when they are little. Sometimes they are just like their siblings, sometimes they are the absolute opposite. It's always something of a surprise. She couldn't wait for that feeling.

Monty was perfectly content to just sit for a bit, leaning against Liz, watching Will, but his young nephew had other plans, and after a few more moments of rolling around the ground, Will came bounding back over to the picnic blanket and all but hauled Monty to his feet, leaving Liz alone on the blanket. Monty glanced back and gave her a helpless shrug before he was conscripted to play the part of the evil Klingon Empire, dying several increasingly dramatic deaths as Captain William saved the Federation from certain destruction. By the time Will grew tired of that game, Monty was just as covered in dirt and grass and leaves as he was.

Liz watched them play. Monty was over dramatic, but in a way that Will seemed to be okay with. He was the ever valiant captain, saving the day each and every time. All too soon death was on her dear husband, the representation of the Klingon Empire. She laughed from afar and by time they were returning, the two of them looked like they'd rolled around in the grass for days. She just smirked up at the two of them, eyebrows raised and started to sincerely laugh, "it looks like you lost."

"Aye, but it was for the good o' the Federation," Monty replied, laughing, as he rejoined Liz, more or less flopping down onto the blanket. Will, not finished with the game, decided that this was the perfect opportunity to launch a tickle attack - a strategy that backfired when Monty turned the tables on him and returned the attack with more of the same. That was enough to make Will shriek and retreat to the other end of the blanket. "What d'you say tae headin' back?"

Liz scooted away when the tickling started. She wasn't too keen on getting in the middle of the boys while they were play fighting. Instead she laughed as Will retreated. The suggestion to head back was met by a groan from William and Liz just smirked. "We'll play more later," she suggested, "let us go warm up a bit and get cleaned up." That didn't go over very well either, but with a bit of pouting while Liz got things packed away - while strategically hiding the frog out of site until she was sure he'd forgotten - Will was distracted moments later.

Monty helped in keeping Will preoccupied, and by the time they were all packed up to head back to the house, the boy had completely forgotten all about his frog, and instead insisted on another ride on Uncle Monty's back. Nothing got that kid down for very long, not even the prospect of having to go home instead of staying and playing all day at the park. "Think your Mum's goin' tae make you take a bath, Will?" he asked, much to the horror of the young boy, who spent a few minutes protesting that he did not need a bath.

While Monty was carting the little one off, Liz let the frog go. It sat very still for a long while and she felt a little bad about that. There wasn't much she could do, though, so she just let him be where he was. She grabbed the blanket and caught up with them. It wasn't long until they were back at the house, Will still perched on his uncle's back. They walked into the house, wiping their feet off outside so as not to track dirt back in the house.

Once they were back to the house and Will had been handed off to Clara, who took one look at him and declared it bath time - much to his dismay - Monty spent a few minutes putting things away from their picnic, well aware that he needed a shower as much as Will needed a bath. He figured he'd let Clara get Will's bathwater run first, though, before using up the hot water himself. What do you say tae joinin' me in the shower? he thought in Liz's direction, just in case anyone who shouldn't overhear that was close enough to have heard it if he'd said it out loud.

Liz helped put away things from their picnic, as well. Clara didn't seem surprised that Will looked a mess, but it was obvious that Will didn't understand how he could possibly need a bath. She was finished putting things away and folding the blanket again - though she imagined they'd want to fold it - when she got a very specific thought from Monty. She smirked and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. I think I can make that work she mentally replied. Liz held out her hand to him and lead him back to the guest room.

With the door closed, she felt more comfortable talking out loud. She locked it, just in case Will got done with his bath and decided a visit was needed. "You are a mess," she teased, getting a good look at Monty. Maybe now - or after he was clean - they could discuss children a bit more.

He just laughed, shedding his coat before pulling his shirt up over his head. "I imagine so," he replied, starting to make his way toward the bathroom. He continued to shed clothing as he went, until he'd undressed fully and reached the shower. He turned it on and turned back to the mirror, giving the water a minute to heat up. "Look at this, I've still got bits o' leaf in my hair." And on top of that, he was rather incredibly muddy at well. "How'd I get leaves in my hair? I haven't got enough hair tae get leaves stuck in it."

She just watched him walk into the bathroom, shaking her head and laughing. She wasn't quite sure what they were supposed to do about him. "I have no idea," she giggled, following him finally into the bathroom. He had a bit of mud on him as well and that just looked silly on a grown man. She pulled off her shirt, followed by her jeans. She had left her coat and shoes and socks by the bed. After a moment she was down to nothing and stepping into the shower. The hot water was perfect at the moment and she soaked just long enough before he stepped into it and she could let him stand under the spray.

He slipped in behind her, still chuckling at himself, because he really did look an awful mess. Nothing a bit of hot water, soap, and shampoo wouldn't fix, though. He'd certainly looked worse some days coming out of the engine room. "Just what I get for bein' the Klingon Empire, I suppose." Another soft laugh, and he set about getting himself cleaned up, relaxing under the hot water.

"I suppose it is," she teased, "maybe you should reconsider who you ally yourself with. To be fair, Captain William looked a mess, as well." Liz laughed and leaned her back against the cold shower tiles, letting him take his time to get that dirt and grime off of him. She really hadn't expected him to take to Will as well as he did. She knew that kids were a bit of rough subject for him. He'd had it in his head for years that he thought he'd make a horrible father; she couldn't find an original to that thought, but it was there.

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