"Michelle, you have to put it on. You can't go out in… that." Loki swallowed the lump in his throat. He was coming close to angering the woman in front of him, and that was the worst thing any one could do.
She audibly growled at him, "Loki, you like this dress. You especially liked this dress the other night when…"
The prince cut her off by pleaeded, "Please Michelle, while I love this dress on you, you cannot wear it out. What happened to the gown Annalina set out for you?"
Michelle humfed at him, tears began to brim her eyes, "It's too tight…"
Loki mentally smacked himself. He had thought the gown would fit, now he only added to her frustration. He sighed and said, "Michelle, this dress you have, while is very nice and flowing, is not appropriate for court."
"I'm completely covered! And I don't have any other gowns that fit! Thanks to YOU!" She screamed as she stormed into the bathroom slamming and locking the door.
"Michelle, please open the door…" He begged.
His eyes widened in horror as he heard a soft, muffled sob. She was crying, he had promised he would never make her cry… He had broken his promise. He slid down the door and sat with his back against it, head in his hands.
He heard a muffled, "Am I pretty?"
His head bolted up and he said through the door, "Michelle you are the prettiest woman I have ever seen. Even when you are yelling at me for some trick I pulled you are still the love of my life."
He was suddenly on his back, she had opened the door. She knelt down clumsily and on her hands and knees she hovered over him. Her hair falling down to block the light from their eyes. She had stopped sobbing but was still crying slightly, "You really think so?"
He sat up, taking her in his arms, "I know so. I know."
She smiled and kissed him, her enlarged bust pushing up against him. He smiled into the kiss. When then parted she turned to lean back on his chest, his arms protectively wrapping around her, cradling her swollen stomach. "You are my love, and you are carrying the proof of our love. You are carrying our child, how could I not think you are pretty? You are gorgeous."
He felt a kick from his child and he gently nudged his wife's stomach, earning another kick. This continued for a few more times before his wife had enough and swated his hand away, "That's enough! Now get me up and to my closet… There must be one dress that fits!"
Loki suddenly woke up, looking around he was met with an empty room. He looked around his room and heaved a heavy sigh. He felt a sudden stir next to him. He looked and was met with the sight of his wonderful fiancé next to him, huddled into a ball. Smiling he nestled back down, covering them both, he closed his eys.
Before he re-entered the realm of dreams he thought, 'I could get used to this.'