In which Lucy is insecure and Lee is a good husband.

I'm not really sure if I like this one. Let me know what you think.

"Nothing fits anymore," Lucy huffed as she stood in front of her full length bedroom mirror, tugging at one of her favourite dresses which now clung uncomfortably around her swollen midsection.

All of her best outfits were spread haphazardly around the bedroom, most of her clothing choices already discarded on the double bed.

They were meant to be going out for a meal, their table was booked for exactly an hour from now, but all she wanted to do was cry. Or scream. Or both.

It was then that Lee decided to peek his head around the bedroom door, having heard Lucy's distress from where he'd been waiting for her in the living room.

"Lucy, are you ready yet?" He noticed her expression and stepped into the room. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Lee knew to tread carefully when Lucy was upset. The second trimester of her pregnancy was taking its toll an her hormones were all over the place. He'd made her cry the other day, accidentally of course, by bringing her a cup of tea in bed. They were happy tears, she'd reassured him, but Lee was still scared to death until Toby assured him it was completely normal for woman to become more emotional during this stage of their pregnancy.

"I've ruined my favourite dress. I was determined to fit into it but, as you can see, I failed," She sighed.

"Want me to help you out of it?" Lee asked, receiving a death glare from his wife and quickly rushing to explain. "That wasn't a come on! It just doesn't look very comfortable."

Lucy smiled. She could always count on Lee to cheer her up when she felt like rubbish.

"Please," She said, gesturing to the zip she'd managed to fasten halfway up her back.

Lee walked over and placed his hands on Lucy's shoulders, smiling at her reflection in the mirror as he stood behind her.

"You're beautiful," He said as he gently guided the zip down to where it ended at the bottom of her spine.

He traced his fingertips over her lower back and smiled as she leaned into him.

"I look like a bloody whale, Lee. But thank you."

She stepped away from the mirror, pushing the dress from her shoulders and stepping out of it as she walked over to the bed and stared at the piles of clothes there. Lee could only watch for a moment, speechless as his wife stood there in nothing but a matching black bra and pants, frowning at the clothes like their existence offended her, while one hand rested comfortably on her growing bump.

"Bullshit," He said, the only word his brain could muster up while she stood there like that.

Her head snapped up and she looked at him, confused. "What?"

"Lucy, you're perfect. I'll always think you're perfect whether you're pregnant, fat, thin, whatever. Have you seen yourself? I'm using every ounce of my self control to keep myself from coming over there and convincing you to stay in tonight instead of going out for this meal."

"Convince me," Lucy said without missing a beat.

"Really?"

"The last thing I want to do tonight is go out. Especially as the only things that fit me right now are pyjamas and your t shirts."

"You could go out like that," Lee smirked as he slowly walked over. "I'm sure no one would complain."

"Shut up," She laughed as she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him down for a kiss.

It started out slow but soon became heated as Lee ran his hands down her sides and she half laughed, half moaned into his mouth. Before long their hands were everywhere and the only sound that filled the bedroom was heavy breathing.

It was only when Lee's lips moved to her neck that Lucy spoke again.

"Thank you," She panted, her breath coming in short bursts.

"What for?" Lee asked.

"Convincing me."

She pulled his lips back up to hers.