So, I really don't have any ideas for one shots right now but I wanted to update this story so I made myself write.
Not mine, not mine, not mine (neither is that - it's a FRIENDS reference)

Robert silently entered their bedroom through his dressing room door. He didn't want to wake Cora while she was resting. She was resting because she was pregnant - pregnant! He still couldn't believe it. He didn't know if the shock would ever fade, even if Cora said he had no reason to be shocked in the first place.

Cora stirred. "Did Dr. Clarkson leave?"

"Yes," he answered. "Why? Do you need him?" Robert couldn't hide the concerned tone in his voice as he climbed beside her in bed.

"No. I'm fine," Cora reassured him. "And he told me everything I need to know before I spoke to you."

"Good. Did you sleep?"

"A little."

"We need to tell everyone else the good news," he said with a proud look on his face. "Clarkson said you'll start to show soon."

Robert reached across to rub her stomach, envisioning a very pregnant Cora, before stilling his hand.

"I never thought we would do this again," Cora mused as she placed her hand on top of his.

"And yet you seemed irritated when I was so shocked," he chucked.

"Not irritated," she defended. "Just - you should have seen your face."

"I bet. Well, we will both get to see the look on everyone's face when they react."

"Tonight?"

"I think that's best. We can't very well keep it a secret if you will show soon."

"O'Brien will definitely be able to tell. I don't think she would keep it a secret."

"I don't want to keep it a secret. I want to shout it from the rooftop! But English propriety would not allow it."

"If you listened to the rules of English propriety, we wouldn't be having this conversation in the first place," she laughed.

"That's true. But I do want to shout it from the rooftops, Cora. I am pleased, beyond pleased actually, and I don't know if I did a good job of convincing you of that earlier."

She lifted his hand off her stomach and kissed it. "Convince me then," she breathed onto his hand.

He intertwined their fingers. "Cora. I am so happy by this unexpected but very welcome gift. It thrills me that we are going to have another child. I can't wait to hold them in my arms and I can't wait to see you reflected in them - as I see you in our girls now. And if my memory serves, you are possibly even more radiant when pregnant than you usually are. I am ecstatic, even though I am still shocked, that we are having another child. I feel so lucky."

Cora beamed up at him. She unlocked her hand from his and rubbed his cheek with her thumb. "We are. We are both so lucky."

She leaned up to gently kiss his cheek where her thumb was.

"And you're truly feeling well?"

"I am. I just feel, well, pregnant," she declared. "It is still an odd thing to hear myself say."

"Well tonight, I'm sure it will feel a lot more real. Especially when we tell my mother."

"Oh god. She's going to criticize me for still not adhering to English customs. I can just hear her now…"

"I'll tell her it was my fault."

"It was," she teased.

"No more mine than yours!"

"Still, she's going to say at our age this will cause a scandal and we should have more sense than for you to share my bed," she predicted.

"Well, first of all we can't be sure if this baby was conceived in your bed. Secondly, it's too late for sense," he smiled and kissed her stomach. "I reckon that I won't have any sense whatsoever towards you even long after the possibility of babies is gone. I love you too much."

"You love doing what must be done to create a baby, you mean."

"No," he said seriously. "I mean I love you."

"I love you too," she kissed his lips.

"But I do love doing that too," he whispered into her lips.

"I know," she said and grabbed his hands to place across her stomach. "We have evidence of that."

Review/leave me ideas or suggestions if you have any. This probably will start becoming very non-chronological if I continue.