The late morning sun filtered in through the curtains. Elena stood naked in front of the full-size mirror, examining her belly. The tiniest bump could just be seen.
The morning's silence was punctuated with a groan as Nate rolled on the bed and stuck his arm out to feel for the presence of his wife. Failing to do so, he blinked and pushed himself up to see where she was. The morning light lit her left side up, highlighting the ghosts of scars from Shambala, and the slight bump around her belly.
"You're beautiful," Nate said, as gazed at her.
Elena giggled, meeting his eyes as he extended both arms towards her, motioning her in for a hug. She didn't feel any nausea, no headaches, nothing. As she moved to the bed to snuggle up to her husband, he gasped as her cold body touched his bare chest, "How long were you standing there, 'Lena?"
"Long enough to wake you up, it seems," she murmured, pressing her lips to his.
He wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her, deepening their kiss. Rolling her over so that her back was to the bed, he moved down to place his hands on the hard bump that was her belly.
A baby, our baby, my baby.
Elena knotted her hands in his hair, feeling a giggle come through her as she saw the concentration with which Nate was staring at her stomach. Pulling him up, she brought his lips back to hers with a soft, "C'mere you."
Nate groaned as her lips started to move down to his neck and her hands moved down his back.
Elena felt Nate's breath get heavy, and felt his want against her thigh. She looked up at him with a smirk, only for it to freeze in place when they heard a huge crashing sound from downstairs.
"SORRY!" came Sam's voice, as Nate let out a faint growl. Damn him for staying over for the week. Damn him for getting up this early, today out of all days.
"No," Nate muttered, as Elena sighed and made to get out of bed, " no no no no no, I will not be cockblocked by my idiot brother. Noooo."
Elena had gotten out and was now tugging on his arm, "Come on, cowboy, let's go see what he's gotten himself into this time." She could see a full-force, grumpy-Nate sulk building up. Time to bring out the big guns.
"Besides," she drawled, turning around and walking to the bathroom, giving him a full view of her behind, "we have all day to continue, and I like making you beg."
Nate sighed, gazing longingly at his wife until she shut the bathroom door. He got out of bed, and brought up the special list he kept at the back of his mind that was labelled 'The Multiple Ways You Can Murder Your Brother."
