Author's Note: Did I say that I was posting these slowly? I lied.

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.


kick - season 4 (pregnancy)

She's at twenty-two weeks, and now has a very clear, distinct bump protruding from between her hips. She feels like a house, but whenever she voices this to him he smiles, wrapping his arms around her. "You've never looked more beautiful," he murmurs against her cheek, and she turns in his arms to scold him for lying, but she keeps quiet because something in his eyes makes her think that he might not be.

It's Friday evening, a little past eight, and she rolls her eyes between suffering fits of laughter at the movie that he's picked for them tonight. A vengeful, undead turkey is literally killing college students with an axe onscreen for eating him and his brethren on Thanksgiving Day.

"You didn't actually think this would be scary, did you?" she asks when she finds the chance to breathe.

"C'mon. A zombie turkey going around axing college kids? This is horror gold." The smirk on his face tells her no, he didn't believe this film would be terrifying generations to come. He just wanted to put a smile on her face after she pulled out the Thai takeout menu, slowly collecting dust, with a frown. He knows that all she wants is a bowl of red curry and spicy lamb noodles, but that the heartburn would make her esophagus feel like a California wildfire, so while perusing the titles at the one video rental store still left in the city, he decided to pick up something that would make her laugh.

As they settle down on the couch with peanut-butter sandwiches on wheat and glasses of skim milk, he knows he's succeeded.

The sound of Olivia Dunham full-out giggling may be his favorite sound in the entire world. And he prides himself on the fact that he's making her do it at least once every three minutes.

He notices, then, very quickly when it abruptly stops.

He turns to her, watches her stare over her belly with wide eyes. He is immediately consumed with concern for his tiny, almost-family.

"Olivia."

She wordlessly takes his hand and places it firmly on the left side of the swell of her stomach. A thrill shoots through him, as he knows what she's trying to let him feel, what he's been longing to experience ever since he heard her say those two words in a hospital room mere hours after her thought he lost her for good.

His fingers begin to drum against her skin impatiently.

"Liv…"

"Wait for it," she cautions him.

Then, suddenly, he feels it. The gentle thump against his palm, coming from inside her body. He feels it twice more before looking up at her with awe-filled eyes.

"That's our – "

She cuts him off with a short nod of her head and a bite of her lip. Liquid shines in her green eyes. He could cry himself, but he has sworn he will save his happy tears until he sees that face, staring up at him from a cocoon of soft, warm blankets.

Instead, he brings his mouth down to the firm skin of her ever-growing belly, and presses his lips directly over the spot where he felt the pressure.

He whispers, "Hi, Baby Girl."


A/N: Polivietta :"D I would watch the crap out of a spin-off of just her pregnancy. In some alternate universe, I suppose it exists.

(PS: Thankskilling is totally a real movie and the trailer makes me think that it may be so intentionally bad and clichéd that it ends up being brilliant.)