Baby bumps and bedheads

Author's note: A simple teeth-rotting fluff for my favorite Gravity Falls couple, based off the 'Grunkle4Grandpa' and 'Carla4Grandma' theory. I just wanted to upload this before "Tale of Two Stans" comes around next week. This is my first Fan-Fiction ever and I'm willing to take all criticism I can get. I respect all opinions; let me know I missed any spelling or grammar errors during my edit. Special thanks to Disney and Alex Hirsch, the creator behind ©Gravity Falls.

Summary: Letting her fingers thread through my brown locks, I leaned into her touch laying my cheek against the hump. Enjoying the moment, nothing mattered outside this little room, just her, my child and I, existing without a care in the world, no Stan-Vacs to sell, or nursery painting, just dozing off in a comfy bed. Rated T for implied content. Teeth-rotting G4G fluff.

Stan's Point of view

Shutters not quit shut all the way, sunlight streaked across my face, luring me away from a much-needed sleep. I awoke to fuzzy bed-hair blocking my view, the weight of a snoozing Carla grounding me back to reality. Her even breathe fanned my neck, a welcoming feeling, a comforting reminder of why I found mornings a little more tolerable. Battling with the remnants of sleep, I squinted at the nightstand, the alarm clock reading five-thirty two. Body stretching with a satisfied yawn, I groaned at the cracking joints, running a hand through my tousled locks, then scratching my fingers along my perpetual five-o'clock shadow. A stirring against my arm halted all movements. I froze at an awkward angle, ignoring the aching muscles; I couldn't afford to disturb her; god knows she needs the rest more than I do.

After a moment of panic and restlessness, she relaxed once more, her breathe steadying, offering relief and a que to ease back into the blankets. Leaning on my elbow, I looked her over curiously, lids half-masked. My gaze followed the outline of her thick curves, the loose nightgown framing her alluring body nicely. I held my breath, eyes fluttering further down, my attention focusing on her round belly. I inched close without thinking. Resistance running thin, my fingers traced her cheekbone, tucking a chestnut curl behind her ear before making my away along her jawline. Before I knew it, my hand rested over her gown-clad, five-month bump, marveling at the fragile cargo beneath.

Before I could withdraw my hand, a much smaller hand thwarted my intentions, my breath hitching at her touch, caught in the act. My eyes returned to her face, head bowing with guilt, yet all tension faded when her warm droopy gaze met mine, "g'd mornin'," she slurred, her smile squirting her eyes.

"Morning," I murmured rubbing the back of my neck, voice rough and rumbling, "Didn't mean to wake, ya..."

Lashes fluttering, her nose crinkled in that cute irresistible Carla way, yawning with a catlike stretch across the bed, "Why you up so early, Hun? You need your sleep."

"What? You want me to sleep, with a fine young dame in my bed?" My eyes wandered lewdly over her body before returning briefly to her face, my lips curling in a smirk, "Heh, we'd be sleeping pretty hard in… other situations."

"See this stomach," she countered, tightening her hold over my hand, "This is the result of those 'other situations',"

Cocking a brow, I looked her over once more, unchaste thoughts running through my head. Never mind work today, how about a little afternoon rump with my pregnant wife. Bending forward, I caught her in a kiss, careful in minding her baby bump as I pulled her flush against me. Her other hand ran along my scruff, her moaning spurring me on. Without warning, she broke the kiss, clutching my hand with a cringe and cry. I gave her a panicked once-over, concern etched across my features, my mind reeling helplessly at her pained expression. A moment later, an excited grin morphed my worry into confusion. Lifting her gown above her bellybutton, she moved my hand along her stomach, gliding over the cause of her discomfort. For a moment, we waited before I felt a gentle kick beneath my touch, mouth widening in a goofy, toothy grin. I must have looked ridiculous then.

"Well, good morning to you too," I chuckled. My gaze fluttered between her equally jubilant one and her belly, marveling my small family, the ones that mattered the most, the ones I needed the most. Bowing forward, I kissed her forehead, lingering for a moment before reeling back in excitement, another kick beneath my hand. Giggling at the funny faces I made, her thumb drew circles in my skin, her breath hitching each time the baby kicked a little too hard.

"Hey, kid," I grumbled, voice laced with mock fatherly sternness, forehead ceasing in a sneer, "Momma's just a titch too sore your enthusiasm. I know you excited to see me, but tone it down a little, K?"

"Listen to your Father, mister." she cooed in an exaggerated mothering tone, sporting a doting pout. One look at each other crumbled our facades, leaving a fit of laughter and giggles.

Letting her fingers comb through my brown locks, I leaned into her touch resting my cheek against her belly button. Enjoying the moment, nothing mattered outside this little room, just her, my child and I, existing without a care in the world, no Stan-Vacs to sell, or nursery to paint, just dozing off in a comfy bed. Cradling her taut abdominal, I listened to her hums, trying and failing to hum along in my own tone-deaf harmony. Before long, my lids grew heavy, her melodious voice managing to lull me, a grown-ass man, to sleep. I gazed at the nightstand, the alarm clock reading five-fifty five. I guess a little nap forty-minute wouldn't hurt anyone. I glanced back at her, smiling at her drooping lids and melody fading off. I kissed her belly one last time before dozing off along with her.

The End

Author's note: What do you think; anything I need to work on? If you have criticism for this piece, leave a comment and let me know. I hope you enjoyed this little piece; tell me what you think. Again, Special thanks to Alex Hirsch, the creator behind ©Gravity Falls.