She had gone out of her way to seduce him, though considering their status of, basically, newlyweds, such a thing was easy to do. All either one of them had to do was look at the other and they ended up in bed - or just stripping each other down wherever they stood. They had found a freedom in marriage and in living together that had eluded them before, and better, they had found a routine with each other.
It was three and a half months into the marriage, and she was ecstatic. She brooded, yes - often. But underneath the sorrow of losing everything she had known came the joy of gaining everything she had wanted. She was happy, underneath it all. And that counted, for her and, she knew, for Ted. They were happy.
"Ted." They were lying in bed, sated, still tangled up in the other and sweaty. She was stretched out on top of him, her head pillowed on his chest, feeling his heart slow. "Wife." It was said affectionately, a hand patting her butt before sliding back down to the bed. She smiled, running a hand down his side.
"I am pregnant." It was said in the same tone that his name had been said in, and he just wrapped an arm around her so that he could roll them onto their sides. "That's nice." He said it softly, eyes half closed, and she smiled at him even as she reached up to tug on his hair. "Ouch! Damn it - I'm awake, Dromeda. I'm awake."
His eyes, she noted, were open and clear, though annoyance swam through them. She kissed his neck. "Did you hear what I said? Or must I repeat myself?" Rubbing his head, he scowled. "Pregnant. You said you're pregnant -" the words he spoke registered then, and he sat up, pulling her with him. "What? What did you say?"
She laughed. "So I do have to repeat myself. I should have figured -" he cut her off, kissing her desperately, before pulling away to demand, again, that she repeat herself. "Pregnant. Expecting. A baby, Ted, your baby." There were tears in her eyes as he grinned and kissed her again, pushing her back down so that he could inspect the stomach that was still flat.
And, with both hands hand pressed to her stomach, he looked up at her and grinned. "No. Ours."