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Alison inhaled the salty sea air with a grin. Oh! It was good to be back in San Diego once more. "Well, do my eyes deceive me, or is that miss Bradshaw?" She grinned at the voice. "Hey, Mav!" She turned to face her on-off lover with a grin. "You're glowing," He smiled against her lips. She giggled and placed a hand on her small belly. "Yeah, well, seven months of pregnancy does that to you,"
"Has it really been seven months?" The pilot asked, astonished. She giggled. "Yeah. And she's as lively as her dad," She laughed as his hands roamed around her belly. "Come on, you. I've finished my posting abroad. I'm back now for a while," She smiled. "I've missed Top Gun. Any new missions?" She clasped her hands excitedly. Maverick grinned dopily. "There are, but none you'll be part of," Alison pouted. "Why?" She whined.
"Has the baby in your belly gone amiss or...?" She rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah. Ban the pregnant woman." She sighed. "Can I at least help train them?" She implored. Mav raised an eyebrow. "And how do you know there's a them?" Alison rolled her eyes. "Please, I may have been posted in the UK, but I know how a Top Gun mission works. You're here to help some new recruits with the Uranium thing."
Maverick sighed loudly. "You've been talking to Rooster, haven't you?" Alison grinned. "Well, he is my nephew."
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She stood proudly at the front, looking the new recruits over. "Now, the best way for you to learn isn't by the book!" Maverick said as he dropped a heavy book into the trash. Alison laughed quietly and grinned at Rooster. He looked away. "It's to actually get out there and physically learn. You need to become your jet."
Alison nodded to the girl. "Mav, she has a question," She said quietly. "Yes, Pheonix?" He called. "I saw her, by the way. I do have eyes," Maverick mumbled to her. Alison rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, Mavy Moo."
He rolled his.
"Who's she?" Alison blinked. Maverick cleared his throat. "Who's that lady?" Pheonix corrected with a small blush. Alison smiled. "She's Alison Bradshaw. Callsign, Sniper,"
"Bradshaw? She your sister?" Alison laughed. "No. I'm his aunt. Goose was my brother," She answered the cocky-sounding guy. "And Sniper will be helping you with your aiming and shooting whilst in the jets," Maverick continued. "I know you all know how to press a button to fire the missiles and bullets, but none of that matters if you don't hit the target first time." She paused. "Because you might not get a second chance."
With a little chatting to the admiral and a nice letter from Iceman, Alison was allowed to help with the training, alongside Mav. "Wait, Sniper? As in the Sniper? Who shot down three jets in less than a minute?" Alison smiled at the person who spoke. "Indeed I am, sir."
"Bob," He smiled. Alison smiled back.
She patted her small stomach. "I won't be doing the rigorous training with you, such as Maverick level manoeuvres, but I will teach you to aim and shoot correctly first time."
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Later that night, while she was roughing out the training plan for the next coming days, Maverick came with dinner. "Oh, you're amazing. I haven't eaten since breakfast," She moaned, biting into the burger. He laughed. I see your seven-month posting didn't change you much?" She rolled her eyes. "You're a funny man."
After dinner, and several pees thanks to her daughter playing trampoline on her bladder, Alison was stretched out on the couch, her feet in Maverick's lap, watching a movie. She ideally rubbed her stomach. "I wonder if she's going to join the navy like us,"
She met Maverick's eyes. "It seems a family tradition really, huh?" He frowned. "Aside from us?" She smiled. "Yeah. Goose, Rooster, you, your dad, me, my mom?" Mav frowned. "I thought your mom was army?" She wrinkled her nose. "Well yeah, for a while. But she transferred to the navy when she met my dad,"
He rubbed her foot. "Maybe. Who knows? Maybe she'll stay a home bird in San Diego and be a doctor? Or an actress?" Alison snorted. "Our child? A doctor? No. We're way too ADHD for her to sit still. She'll definitely do something physical,"
She blushed when Maverick smiled warmly at her. "Well, I'm proud of her either way. Proud of both of you," Alison only blushed harder.