Winston looked over his paperwork for the NSA, pausing when he felt a set of hands gently rest over his eyes. "Helen, love.. I have to finish this paperwork if we're going to make any headway in helping Supers gain public favor again." He smiled, the hands still over his eyes.
"I know that paperwork is important, but you have to take a break every once in a while. Do you want to look like Dicker by the time you hit fifty?" Helen joked, smiling when she heard Winston laughing, as she walked over to him. "Besides, I'm not the only one who wants your attention." She said, stopped behind the chair and removing her hands.
Winston chuckled, turning around to look up at Helen's face. "Really?" He asked with a smile as he placed a hand on her heavily pregnant stomach, his thumb caressing it gently over the fabric of her maternity dress as the baby inside kicked.
"Yes, can't you tell?" Helen laughed, putting a hand on his. "Any day now, we're going to be parents. Can you believe it?"
Winston laughed, "no, not really. I mean I kind of can, but I wish my parents were here. Ya know?"
Helen rested a hand in his hair, smiling as she ran her fingers through his silk smooth hair. "I know, but they'd be so proud of you because of what we're trying to accomplish."
Winston leaned into her touch, smiling at how soft her fingers were against his scalp, "thanks, love." He stood to kiss her lips, taking her into his arms.