A/N-Okay, well, if you're hoping for something deep and serious, this will probably disappoint you. I just need a little fluff, dammit. I am also starting a post-finale fic, but it's kinda angsty, so I'll probably alternate postings depending on my mood when I'm writing.

So, this pics up from my other story, "The Only" and exists in that universe, so it's AU after Season 1. If you haven't read it, it begins post the Season 1 finale, so Season 2 didn't happen. I've had a few requests for follow-ups to that story, so hopefully some of you out there are still interested.

I really think you have to read the earlier story for this to make sense, but I'll briefly sum up…Kurt and Jane found out they knew each other as part of Orion as younger adults, they escaped the CIA black site Post-season 1, did some adventuring, went in search of Jane's past, came home, renewed their vows and are now married, and expecting a child.

Chapter 1: The Littlest Dweller

Kurt had never in his life felt as stressed and constantly anxious as he felt since he'd found out Jane was pregnant. He'd also never been happier and more excited. The doctor insisted during the first few months that it was okay for Jane to continue her somewhat insane workout regimen. "As long as you try to avoid direct trauma, it's perfectly healthy to continue working out as normal," the doctor had insisted. "Some women continue to train for marathons and even run them when they're pregnant. As long as your health continues to be good, and you don't make your regimen more intense. We'll continue to monitor your condition. And you need to increase caloric intake appropriately, maintain a healthy, balanced diet."

"She should probably stop combat training, though, right?" Kurt tried, hoping for a small victory since no one was ready to sideline Jane yet. "Martial arts…couldn't the baby get hurt?"

"I don't see a problem with light training and sparring. As long as mother and baby continue to be healthy, the fetus is very well protected. Make sure your sparring partner knows…ask them to be considerate, avoid hitting your abdomen...use common sense," the doctor insisted even though Weller tried to scowl the young woman into submission. Looking at him, she assured, "Healthy women really don't require any extreme restrictions."

"Asking her to avoid combat situations is an extreme restriction?" he argued.

"Obviously you won't take unnecessary risks. You can use good common sense," the doctor said to Jane, "right?"

"Of course," Jane eagerly agreed, although Kurt could think of dozens of times when she rushed in to help someone with a distinct lack of common sense or concern for her own well-being.

"If you have any spotting or cramping, or any other issues, take it easy and give me a call right away."

"I will."

Kurt glared as they left the obstetrician's office and walked out into the bright afternoon sun. Jane patted his arm, "Everything's good."

"Yea," he barked, getting into their car.

"For a man who just got to see a glimpse of his son, you seem pretty angry," she commented, holding up the grainy ultrasound photo.

"I'm not angry. I'm concerned. Why can't you just lay low for a few months?"

"Because that's not me, Kurt," she argued.

"If anything happens to you, either of you…"

"I feel the same way about you. Every single day," she argued.

He plucked the picture from her fingers and stared intently at it. "I think he has your nose," Weller mentioned.

"You think?" she asked, scooting closer.

"Yea," Kurt nodded. Sounding more serious, he added, "I love you. And I already love him, too. I just…I feel like I can't protect you. If something happens and I lose you both…"

"I have been very cautious. There are risks, every single day. For both of us. It would be horrible for our child if he lost you, too, so we both need to be smart."

"Maybe…" Kurt sighed, "I dunno… Maybe it's time to do something else. To have that big yard full of kids and a job where getting shot at isn't a regular occurrence."

"You don't mean that, do you?" she asked nervously.

"I'm not sure," he shook his head. "I think…we should think about it."

"You wouldn't be happy without your job."

"I could be. I could live without my job. I don't think I could live without you."

Kurt sometimes felt like he was trying to run ten feet ahead of Jane at all times to prevent her from finding harm. When he wasn't trying to steer her from danger, he was trying to get her to eat more. To make everything more difficult, he had to try to do both without her noticing. And Jane, as she'd always been, was too fearless for his taste. It was part of what he loved about her and part of what he feared most about her at the same time. When he walked past the gym, granola bar for her in his pocket, he thought he heard her, so he peered inside. Standing in the center of the room, Jane was fighting. He'd begged her to only spar with him, but Zapata was in the ring with her, and Patterson was standing along the edge.

"What the hell, Jane!" he bellowed as he stormed into the gym.

Jane turned, startled by his voice, and just as she did, Zapata landed one solid punch against Jane's face and Weller winced.

"You okay?" Zapata asked calmly, like she'd ask any other opponent in the gym.

"Ooh, that one's gonna leave a mark," Patterson commented from the sidelines.

"I'm fine," Jane responded coolly. Looking at Weller, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"I thought you were going to spar with me," he said as diplomatically as possible, whispering even though he knew the others could hear the conversation.

"I have been - I mean - I was." Jane sheepishly added, "but Zapata doesn't treat me like I'm weak and helpless. Lately, sparring with you is like fighting a ninety year-old."

"Excuse me!?"

"It's nothing personal. You're just too gentle. Too scared of hurting me. It's not challenging enough to keep me sharp."

He glared at Zapata, "You had to punch my pregnant wife...in the face?"

"She told me to avoid her bump," Zapata defended. "And I did. She's hard enough to fight without restrictions. She's been kicking my ass all day."

"She really has," Patterson confirmed, pointing toward Zapata's bloody lip and a tear in her shirt. "Tasha has pretty much been a punching bag for the last hour," Patterson added, stopping when she saw Tasha's scowl.

"The next person to hit my wife is fired!" he ordered, knowing it wasn't true but he meant it just the same.

"Kurt!" Jane admonished.

"Do you have any idea what people think when they see us together?" Kurt questioned.

"What do you mean?"

"When you're cut up and bruised, and we walk in to the store or stop at a restaurant? Why do you think they're all glaring at me?"

"Since when do you care what people think?"

"Since they think I'm the kind of man who would hit his wife!" he yelled. "I am not that kind of man."

"Oh, look at that," Patterson countered, holding up her phone. Glancing at Zapata, she added, "They need us out there…in the place."

"Got it," Zapata replied, grabbing her things and hurrying out of the room with Patterson.

Once they were alone, Jane argued with Kurt, "You're being ridiculous. I hope you know that."

"At this point in your pregnancy, as a father, there isn't much I can do to help. I'm pretty useless. You're the one who has to deal with everything. All I can do is protect you both," Kurt griped, leaning back against the wall and sighing in exasperation. "And you won't even let me do that."

"Would you stop," she said, her tone softening. "It's our job to protect each other. It has always been our job to protect each other. That hasn't changed. You've always treated me like an equal in the field. Why stop now?"

"I just…" he sighed, "I have so much to lose. I'm so close to having everything…everything a man could want. And I'm so scared it's all going to slip through my fingers and go back to the way it was."

"That's why I'm still training every day…because I'm not going to let anyone hurt any of us either. I have to be ready. The baby doesn't change that. If anything, he just makes it more important."

Kurt frowned as she stood on her toes and gently kissed the corner of his mouth until the frown softened. "Don't worry about people thinking you're some abusive jackass. We know the truth. And so does everyone we care about."

"I'm not that kind of man. I never want to be seen as that type of man."

"I never would have married that type of man. Everyone who knows you knows what kind of man you really are. You're a good husband, Kurt. And you will be an incredible father."

"Thanks. I don't know about incredible, but hopefully I'll be slightly better than average," he answered, smiling subtly.

"Besides…," she started with a tone that was loving and slightly suggestive, "everyone knows you couldn't kick my ass if you tried. I'm way too tough."

"Is that so?" he cockily retorted.

"Yea," she answered, dragging her fingers just for a split second down the center line of her chest toward the vee in her collar, something that, for some reason, had always gotten his attention. He knew Jane was keenly aware of several ways to distract him. When his eyes dropped as they were supposed to, it was too late, and he felt her sweep his legs out from under him as he crashed onto his back, chuckling all the way to the floor.

She hopped on him, carefully resting her knee against his groin so she knew he couldn't easily flip her over without inflicting pain on himself. She'd figured out that move a while ago, too. "I surrender," he said, feigning fear and weakness as he watched her laugh. "Someday, people will figure out how mean you are to me."

He had his moves, too, and he'd spent plenty of time learning ways to distract her in turn. It was the little things that seemed to pique her interest. He just glanced down to her mouth and briefly gazed down her body, his tongue barely flicking over his lip. Her mouth opened slightly as her mind raced to other times and places and promises he'd made, and he could see her losing focus. He hadn't planned on those promises echoing back to him, though.

Her leg moved so she was straddling him on the floor of the gym, and she leaned down until she was propped on the mat on her elbows. He knew that look, that focused, undeniable determination she sometimes regarded him with, and he started to calculate just how inappropriate it would be for the two of them to share a very private moment in such a potentially un-private place.

People were talking loudly outside the door and Jane hopped up, standing over him and reaching down to help him up. As soon as he stood up, she quickly jabbed him a few times and knocked him back down on the floor. "Come on," she provoked, extending a hand to help him up again.

He fought back cautiously, jabbing her shoulders and acting like he had no intention of putting any effort into this battle. As soon as she seemed to give up, he swooped forward, dropping low and lifting her off her feet and carrying her over to the wall before devouring her mouth in a seething kiss that made them both acknowledge the dangers of playing games.

They could both hear the footsteps in the hallway and he put her down. "How fast can you get me home?' she asked lustily.

He swallowed hard, realizing his mouth was dry, "Not fast enough. Come on."

He took her hand and rushed out of the gym, down the hall and to the elevator. Jane felt like she was on fire, the hormones from her pregnancy and deep love for the man next to her making her feel all the more desperate for some time alone. When they stepped off the elevator, he dashed down the hall toward the evidence room. He quickly looked around once inside, making sure they were alone, and then he stooped down and fiddled with the lock for a moment.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"This lock is really stubborn," he noted. "If it's not opened or closed entirely, you really have to mess with it to get it open." Satisfied that he had the lock positioned, he stood up and smirked. "Perfect."

"Okay?" she asked, confused.

"I figure, if someone comes down and tries to get in, it's going to take at least a minute, probably more, to get that lock unjammed…that gives us a few extra seconds to take cover and make ourselves presentable."

Before she could even answer, he lifted her onto the table in the center of the room, tapping her hip to make her raise up so he could pull off her pants, placing them on the table under his hand so he could easily help her with them if someone happened to try to come in. The clasp on his belt clanked loudly against the table as she opened his pants and shoved them down just a few inches so they could meet each other unencumbered. "This is crazy," she said, a huge smile on her face.

He pushed into her, the two of them so finely in tune that sex between them had become an almost automatic expression, each knowing intuitively what their partner wanted and needed. As they began, she cried out, loudly, and he mumbled, "We have to keep it down," chuckling as she moaned so loudly in the following second that he was really worried they'd get caught. She hid her face against his neck, trying to muffle the noises that she couldn't seem to control well enough.

He'd been in that room thousands of times, but never imagined he'd be here with her like this, driving each other to climax yet again. She was still too much, and never enough, and he couldn't stop himself from whispering declarations of his love as he held onto her for dear life.

Rich was waiting when they returned to the main office, studying a definite flush in their skin and lips, the suspicious pink abrasions against her neck from what he assumed was a beard, the slightly guilty look on Jane's face, and the too purposeful 'I-wasn't-doing-anything' look on Weller's.

"Wrapping up some important top-secret government work?" Rich asked, looking over each subject with that innocent yet so devious look he often had.

"Why are you here? I didn't call you in," Weller responded, looking around for clues as to why Rich was there.

"I have a gift for the littlest Dweller."

"Hunh?" Jane asked, tilting her head.

"Baby Doe-Weller…Dweller…get it?" Rich replied.

"A gift?" Weller asked. "This can't possibly be good. Do I need to call in the bomb squad?"

"I'm offended," Rich feigned. "It is…a little education fund from me and Auntie Boston. It's not like the two of you are going to have the money to send the tiny ass-kicker to college on FBI paychecks."

"We can't accept dirty money," Kurt argued.

"It's not dirty. All above board. Not a thing to worry your scruffy little head about."

"What's the catch?" Jane asked.

"No catch. I feel a certain…responsibility. I can't just turn my back on that," Rich explained.

"Why?" Kurt asked, standing taller over Rich, blocking Jane from his view, and waiting for the punchline.

"I'm like a second father!" Rich said, trying to agitate Kurt.

"You are not in any capacity, any kind of father to our baby. Are we clear?" Kurt asked.

Speaking around Kurt, Rich said to Jane, "As the probable dominant male presence in your child's life, a role model, really, I thought you might let me help pick the name. What about 'Richard DotGov'? That way, you can pay respect to both of the important men in your life. 'Richard' for me…and I think we all know who the 'DotGov' is for," he said, nodding his head toward Kurt.

"I think we can pick out names on our own," Weller argued.

"Really," Rich continued, enjoying the fact that he could still annoy Kurt so effectively, "are you even sure which of us is really the father? Instead of getting lost in the details, we can all share in the joys and responsibilities of fatherhood."

"We are completely, entirely, undoubtedly certain who the father is," Weller retorted, likely knowing that Rich was pushing buttons but reacting nonetheless.

"Jane…are we really that certain?" Rich asked, struggling to look past Kurt's looming presence toward her.

"Yea, Rich," she dryly answered, "We are really that certain. Since you and I have never slept together, I think you're off the hook."

"Too bad," Rich noted, "we would make really beautiful babies. Can you imagine?" Rich saw the way Kurt's eyes were growing wide and angry, his jaw tense as his irritation was rising. Trying to mediate the anger somewhat, Rich said, "Well, I suppose we could compromise…I could be 'Uncle Rich'…although I still think you should consider the name."

"Are you going to help with this or not?" Patterson yelled from the doorway of her lab.

"So in demand," Rich said, fanning himself like a lovely southern belle. He handed Weller an envelope and said, a sound of sincerity in his tone, "congratulations. I hear it's a boy."

Weller took the envelope, glancing over it for a second and then looking up as Rich walked into Patterson's lab. "How did you know it's a boy?" Kurt shouted. "We haven't told anyone."

"Can't talk right now. Busy, busy!" Rich waved as he disappeared.

Jane moved over to Kurt's side and she whispered, "He tries so hard to annoy you. I think you're the one he really likes."

"Fantastic," Kurt sarcastically replied, opening the envelope. He stared down at the amount and showed Jane, shaking his head.

She shrugged, and answered, "Why do I have the feeling that 'Uncle Rich' is going to have our son hacking foreign governments by the time he's two?"