She hadn't been on a mission in three months and her feet were starting to itch and she felt an overwhelming urge to get out of the Sanctuary walls. But she couldn't leave. Standing from the bed she had been laying in she moved over to her closet and debated what to wear that day. She didn't want a skirt, and she didn't want slacks. For some reason she really wanted to wear jeans. The pair that were dark in color and had embroidered white swirls on the pockets of the ass. They showed her figure off nicely and it would make her feel good.

Pulling off her nightie she stepped into clean underwear and hooked her bra before pulling the straps up. She held the jeans in front of her and laid them against her body looking in the mirror and biting her lip. Shoving her legs into the material she pulled them up and tried to zip and button them. The pants wouldn't close. Tugging harder she got them closed finally, but her skin was pouched over the sides of the jeans and the tightness on her belly hurt. Sighing heavily she tugged the zipper down and shoved the material off her body. She sat heavily on the chest in the closet and tears started to stream down her face. This was ridiculous.

Standing again she faced the mirror her hands skimming down her sides and over her front. Her curves were still there, even if there was a little extra added weight. Letting out a huff of air she grabbed for a pair of slacks that she knew were loose fitting and donned them along with a dark blue shirt that stretched over her breasts: which, she noted, were far more sensitive than normal. Maybe this whole thing hadn't been a good idea.

Hours later she watched as her young protégé came into her office with a smile on his lips. Her day had started off good and had quickly turned pear shaped and sour. She was not in a good mood and had no desire to deal with anyone who was in a good mood. "Hey Magnus." He sauntered over and handed her a few files. "We still on for dinner at Alfredo's? You said you would make it up to me for my birthday."

"That was months ago." She didn't look at him and shifted the files he handed her to the bottom of her already growing pile.

"But you promised…" He added on a slight pout that he knew usually miffed her but he found it so much fun to get her back up. He stopped when she didn't react. "We don't have to go tonight if you're busy." His back straightened and he took in her form.

She ventured a quick glance in his direction before looking back down at her paperwork. "It's fine, Will. We'll go tonight."

"Good, wouldn't miss it for the world." Rocking back and forth on his heels and grinned and left the room speaking over his shoulder. "I'll be ready at 8, just remember you promised."

Well eight rolled around far faster than she had expected. She'd left twenty minutes earlier to get dressed for the meal and was once again in her closet staring at each article of clothing. She heard the knock on her door but she ignored it. Will popped his head into her closet and saw her sitting on the chest with tears rolling down her face in slacks and a camisole.

"Magnus, what's wrong?" He sat next to her and suddenly she was in his arms, her face buried in his neck and her hands wrapped around his middle. He didn't know what to do. He had never seen her act like this. He soothingly rubbed hands over her back and waited until she quieted. She didn't want to move away from him. He was so warm and she was so tired. He feared she had fallen asleep on him. He brought a hand up to cup her neck and pulled her away to look at him. "Magnus?"

She shook her head silently. "I'm sorry, Will." She brushed the rest of the wayward tears from her face and fixed her mascara the best she could. "I don't know what came over me."

"What happened?"

Turning away from him she looked back at the clothes then to him. "Nothing fits anymore."

"What do you mean nothing fits?"

"Nothing fits." She sighed and glared at the clothes.

"What you're wearing now fits."

"Not really, it's tight." She swished a hand low on her stomach and pulled the material away. "I haven't been on a mission in months and I think…" She bit her lip; never did she enjoy lying, especially to this man. "I think I might have gained some weight." Well at least it wasn't a total lie. She had gained weight. Seven pounds to be exact.

"Really?" His voice echoed skepticism and he tugged her to stand looking her over. "I don't believe you."

She rolled her eyes. "I promise Will. I have nothing to wear."

"Then let's stay in tonight. I'll cook us something." He tugged at her hand and she stepped heavily barefoot following him out of the closet and down to the kitchens. Everyone else had already eaten so when he pulled open the fridge there were massive amounts of tupperware and leftovers stashed into the corners. He hummed and pulled something out shoving it into the microwave and hitting a few buttons hoping the thing would turn on. She was sitting at the table staring at her hands that were clenched in front of her. "Do you want some wine?"

She shook her head, "I think I'll stick with water tonight, thank you." He poured her a glass and sat next to her.

"We could work out together, you know. If you wanted to that is."

"What?" She looked up at him, her mind taking an extra few moments to catch up. "Oh, no. I don't think… thank you, Will." She pressed a hand to his leg. "That was a very kind offer." He didn't know why, but it just seemed right. Leaning forward he pressed a kiss to her lips. Magnus reacted in an instant and pressed back into him and slid her tongue across his mouth. He had her sitting on the table with her legs wrapped around him in no time. His hand had shimmied up her body under the camisole to cup her extremely sensitive breast and his mouth was at her neck. Fingers found her nipple and he pulled at the skin while her back arched up into him. His mouth slid down onto her stomach and he unfastened the skinny belt at the waist of her pants. He pulled the zipper down when he heard the microwave beep.

Both turned their heads to look at the machine. Slowly he crawled up her body, redoing her pants and pulling down her shirt. Lifting her up to sit he kissed her lips gently and quietly, unlike he had done before. She sighed and entangled their tongues reveling in the moment before he moved away. He went to the microwave and pulled out the extremely hot piece of plastic burning his fingers before he shoved it onto the counter. Lifting the lid he discovered that the two pieces of plastic had melted together slightly at the corners. Sighing he pried them off carefully and overturned the contents onto a plate. Grabbing two forks he set it down in front of her, grabbed a beer from the fridge popped the top and sat down.

She scrunched her nose at the burned globby mass in front of her. He took the first tentative bite and immediately grabbed for the beer to wash down the nasty flavor that was lingering on his tongue. She didn't eat anything, but he certainly didn't blame her. She rose, perhaps twenty minutes later, after finishing her glass of water claiming she wanted a refill. They hadn't spoken. She rose and filled the glass and then started to make a bagel. She offered one half of the toasted bread to him and he gladly accepted after scraping off the sticky goo from the plate and shoving it into the dishwasher.

They finished their meal and she made to leave without speaking but his voice stopped her. "Magnus… I'm sorry about earlier." She moved back into the kitchen and cupped his cheeks pressing lips to his softly and tenderly.

"Don't be. It was my fault." Her lips were on his again and he was having a hard time resisting her. She just felt too damn good rubbing all up against him. He pressed her back into the wall, his hands under her shirt and cupping her breasts while her tongue plunged into his mouth.

Carefully he pulled back when her chest was rising and falling suddenly. "Tell me you won't regret this."

"Oh, I will so not regret this." She was kissing him again and pushed back until she could start moving backwards.

"What are you doing?"

"Not here." It was whispered and rushed and she tugged him quickly walking barefoot through the halls until she made it up to her room. Once inside she pushed him on the bed and moved to straddle him. Her mouth was on his again and she had his shirt off before he knew it. Her lips closed over his nipple and her nails dragged down his sides. Will squirmed and she began to undo his belt buckle dragging the material down his hips. She ripped off his shoes and then had him completely naked under her. Straddling him again her mouth was on his.

He pulled up her camisole and released her breasts from the confines of her bra. She leaned forward and sighed at the release. Will leaned up and pressed his mouth to her skin and felt her moan ricochet through her chest. He laid her down and covered her body with his pressing quick and soft kisses to her newly exposed skin. He pulled down her pants and shoved the material from the bed.

Spreading her legs and pushing her knees up, he kissed her center before sliding his tongue into her. He pulled back and hummed. "Fruity." Everything stopped. Suddenly she was shoving at him and turning on her side; her face was set and her entire body closed off to him. He slid up her backside and rested behind her curled form and brushed a hand a long her side. "Helen, what's wrong?"

She didn't answer him.

He moved closer and pressed lips gingerly to her cheek, his hand gliding over her stomach and not stopping its movement. Minutes passed and he rested his head on his wrist supported by his elbow so he could still watch her. "Helen, talk to me."

"It's nothing. I'm fine."

"It's not nothing and you're not fine. Is this because you've gained weight?"

"Of course I've gained weight, Will, I'm pregnant." She huffed and turned on her back to face him.

His hand stopped moving on her and he sat up, pushing his body until he was fully sitting watching her. "You…I…you… What?" He shook his head.

"I'm pregnant. Eighteen weeks."

His mouth opened and closed. "I…who's the father?"

Her jaw clenched shut. She hadn't wanted to answer that question. "What does it matter? This can't happen." She grabbed for the blanket at the foot of the bed and wrapped herself in it. "I don't know why I ever thought it could." When she made to stand he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back onto the bed. Holding her hands tightly in his he rested above her keeping her in place.

"Helen. You said you wouldn't regret this."

"I wouldn't regret it."

"Alright then." He leaned down and kissed her so softly she felt like she was floating on air. He moved away only after he had felt her relax against him. "Just because you are pregnant, does not mean that this can't happen." She nodded. "It explains a lot though."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"No missions, the clothes, the crying, the toast, no wine, you being so recluse of late: it certainly adds up." Before she could retort he was kissing her again. She was having problems focusing on anything other than his mouth on hers. "I'll be there for you." He pecked her lips. "Even though you're not asking." He was kissing her again, his hand running down her side until he could push the blanket off her entirely. "And you don't get a choice in that." He slipped two fingers into her and was kissing her again. "Always." His thumb brushed her clit and her legs spread to accommodate his movements.

He could feel the flush rising in her chest and her breathing picking up as the actions he was making were increasing the pleasure that was shooting through her body. His mouth left her lips and trailed down her neck to her nipples where he licked and lapped at them. Her body was tensing and he moved his hands sitting up and looking around for his pants. "What is it, Will?"

"Condom."

"I'm already pregnant."

"Oh… right." He grinned and turned back to her rolling so that she was lying on top of him. "You trust me otherwise?"

"Of course I do." She watched as his hand moved down his body to hold himself tightly. She slowly moved down and sighed at the feeling. She kissed him hard, her body not moving except her lips against his. "I want you to fuck me."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm not going to break." She groaned and rolled onto her back so that he was once again between her legs. "Fuck me, Will." He started to pound into her. The breath was leaving her lungs with each move he made and her body was tingling with sparks as she flew over the edge. Hormones left her wanting and she shoved her hand between them and began to tease her body once again coming over the edge before he was close to finishing. He jerked between her and began to spill into her body. Groaning, he pressed his face into her neck and calmed his breathing. She held on tightly until he rolled off her. "That was far better than Alfredo's."

He was chuckling. "Well the sex yes, dinner… not so much."

She grinned and turned into his body snuggling tightly against him. "I'm exhausted." He rose up after a few seconds and pulled the covers down.

"In you go." He watched her slide underneath and quickly followed so that he was once again pressed against her warm body. "Sleep."

A/N: I can add more to this if you want, I do have an idea for where I want it to go, but it seems a lot to write for just this. But if you want, I can add more to it so just hit that little review button and tell me what you think! Until then, this will remain complete. Thanks for reading!

Caitlynne