A/N: A teeny tiny little plot bunny that wouldn't stop nibbling at my hand…it's been hopping around in my head for far too long, so I had to let it out to stretch its legs sometime, right?

It all started with Lipton gaining a ghostly pallor in the mornings, followed by puking what little he had eaten of his breakfast into his helmet, to the disgust of his fellow comrades. Then it was eating anything and everything that came his way that was edible. And that meant everything. He couldn't pass by a blueberry bush without filling his mouth and staining his fingers purple. Then it was the mood swings and long hours spent alone…well, a bit longer than usual.

It was then that Speirs knew something was up.

Shit.

He didn't want to believe it.

Doc Roe had to be fucking with him.

But it all made sense.

Jesus Christ…this was his mess, and he had to go clean it up, mop and bucket in hand.

The snow was the only thing that was whispering as the pair sat in the foxhole, the tension so visible that both were surprised that the snow didn't start accumulating on top of it. Speirs shifted uncomfortably, and some snow tumbled down his neck. Damn, that was cold. He risked a glance over at the Sergeant, who kept his gaze fixed on the horizon, clutching his gun tightly. Fragile flakes gathered warily on his eyelashes, as if scared to settle there.

"We're kinda like seahorses, huh?" Speirs said, a crooked smile threatening to break onto his face. Lipton turned to look at him like he was a Kraut who had just decided to hop into his foxhole.

"Excuse me?" Lipton hissed, trying to find the humor in all of this.

"Well, you know, how the male carries the young." Speirs explained carefully, watching his lover's face soften. The smaller man let out a huff of laughter, his breath forming an opaque cloud in the air before dissipating.

"Yeah, I guess so." A mutual sigh of relief was shared after the tension was broken.

Speirs moved closer to Lipton, and tugged him into a warm hug, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. God, he loved that soft brown hair. He could run his hands through it all day. Speirs splayed a large hand over Lip's belly, knowing that a tiny life was set into motion.

"You're gonna get so huge. It'll be adorable." Speirs purred.

Lipton nuzzled into Speirs' shoulder, murmuring, "Don't make me shoot you."

Both soldiers giggled.