He shook his head. "You're not boring at all." He returned the kiss and smiled gently after she pulled away. "Hm…sounds like a plan." He'd already finished the work for the day anyway, plus some that wouldn't need to be done until two or three days later. When he'd finally put his computer away, he'd had a minor headache from staring at the computer screen for so long. Getting a good night's sleep sounded like a wonderful idea.

"Good," She smiled, tugging him along with her back to the bedroom. She parted from him to go to the bathroom; finding her contact solution, contact case and her glasses case, pulling them from the cupboard and setting them on the sink. She proceeded in removing her contacts like every night, checking them for scratches or tears, washing them with solution and storing them.

For a moment the world was a blur as she felt around for her glasses, slipping them on to sit on the bridge of her nose. She hated wearing her glasses — she was always teased about it; that's why she made the switch to contacts. She stripped the shirt and bra she was wearing, tossing it onto the pile of dirty clothes in the hamper; sighing and muttering about having to do laundry tomorrow. A quick slip from the bathroom and she managed to get to the closet without Barnaby seeing her glasses — or any of her front for that matter — fetching out a sheer but not completely see-through nightgown and slipping it on quickly.

Now she was forced to turn around. Every night it was the same thing; he'd see her with her glasses on and start dropping compliments like atom bombs. By this point her face would go red even before he saw her. Inhaling deeply, she turned around, looking down and inspecting the nightgown instead of looking directly at her husband. Then a thought crossed her mind. She's going to get big, inevitably, she didn't care — but, would Barnaby care? Would he see her differently? She balled her fists into the sheer ends of the fabric, biting down on her lip to hide the frown that threatened to show.

He glanced over his shoulder, a bit surprised when she maneuvered so he couldn't see the front of her until she slipped on a nightgown of somewhat translucent black fabric. When she hesitantly turned around, clutching the lower hem and biting her lip, he let a warm, loving smile spread across his face. Crossing the room, he took her hands away from the fabric and intertwined their fingers as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

He could pretty much guess what her train of thought was; when, later on, the swell of her midriff started to show, she was concerned that he might see her differently. Letting out a half-chuckle, half-sigh, he met her gaze. "You look stunning… And you always will."

She looked up at him, brows furrowing, lip beginning to quiver as fat tears began to form in the corners of her eyes. How could he just read her so easily? How could such simple words she heard every day simply push her over the edge? Her cheeks began to stain with small saline trails, that which fell faster as her body was wracked with sobs, clinging to him tightly; hiccuping softly between each cry.

The stress of the past month and a half came to realization now, settling in. They were going to have a baby — a baby — that is a huge responsibility and even with him at her side, always, would they be able to do it? Could they put up with each other through the stress, the short tempers, the arguments they were bound to have; it scared her.

"Barnaby, I'm scared…"

Worry furrowed his brow when she started to cry, and he pulled her close into a tight hug as she clung to him, petting her hair and kissing the top of her head. "Hey…hey, it's okay." She was probably scared of all the new responsibilities and the arguments that might arise during the next nine months. To be honest, it scared him too. He loved her so much; he didn't want her to ever start doubting that for a second. "Shh…it'll be all right. …I'm scared too, but we'll get through it together, okay?"

Having her glasses to see didn't serve much purpose as she was blinded by her own tears, which fell to his shirt and absorbed quickly into the dark material. She didn't want to let him go, ever. She gave a soft cough after inhaling too sharply, hiccuping again a second later.

"I love you… I love you Barnaby." She managed to blurb out shakily, her own knees becoming very weak from under her. Her stomach became queezy with all this mixture of emotion, pushing him away gently to stumble over to the bed, laying down and curling up to herself with a groan and a sniffle.

He watched her, worry still in his expression as she curled up on the mattress. Getting into bed beside her, he hugged her gently from behind, chin resting on her shoulder now. He pressed a quick kiss behind her ear, murmuring soothingly to try and get her to calm down. "I love you too, Tomoe. Always have, always will."

"Mmn…nn" She nodded in agreement, a few stray tears running down her cheeks. Resting her arms along his which wrapped around her, she took a moment to remove her glasses, tossing them in frustration; but was soon lulled to sleep by his quiet murmuring.

He smiled again as she relaxed and succumbed to sleep. Pulling the sheet over both of them, he put down his own glasses on the bedside table before edging close behind her again. His arm shifted to rest loosely across her; in all likelihood she'd be sick again in the morning, and he didn't want to impede her from getting out of bed. With a quiet sigh, he let himself drift off into sleep.

The morning was pleasant for once. She wasn't immediately sick, but that upset feeling in the pit of her stomach still resided. Barnaby must have covered her after she drifted off. Clasping his hand tightly, she thumbed over his wedding band which glinted with the little amount of light filtering into the room. She took this quiet opportunity to roll over and hug against him tightly, loving the heat that just radiated from his almost nude body. He must've woken in the middle of the night to strip himself down to his boxers; it was after all beginning to near summer.

He woke slowly as he felt a familiar form hug him. Shifting a little, he opened his eyes just enough to see Tomoe's smiling face and mirrored the expression sleepily. He combed a hand through her hair and kissed her forehead. "Good morning, Tomoe. Are you feeling all right?"

"Mm, yeah, better this morning so far." She smiled brightly to reassure him, kissing the crook of his neck. "I probably just needed to get all that crying out of my system." She admitted sheepishly, cheeks flushing anew.

"I guess we're back to the same old dragging ourselves out of bed after a half hour of cuddling, ne?"

He chuckled. "No harm in that. Ah; yes, I suppose so." He couldn't really help if he didn't want to move; it was just so warm and comfortable lying there with Tomoe that he never wanted it to end. He held her close, but carefully; he was afraid that if he hugged her too hard, he might aggravate her slight nausea.

"Good~" She mewled through her groggy voice, assuming their morning cuddle position — arms wrapped tightly around his ribs, on leg hooked around his and her head under the crook of his chin. "Because I don't think I could ever give up this sort of morning ritual."

He laughed as she clung to him and settled in a bit, hand running through her hair again. "I don't think I could either." He closed his eyes, not to go back to sleep, but to enjoy the tranquility of their morning together. The utter calmness of the moment seemed to permeate down to his bones, and he let out a quiet sigh.

"Hey… Barnaby…?" She spoke softly, nuzzling closer after, as if hiding in embarrassment that her voice had become so quiet. When he'd turned his attention down to her, she pressed a kiss to his lips, rubbing his arm gently. "I think, that you'll be a great dad," She smiled, expression suddenly turning sour as she rolled over and sprinted to the bathroom.

What a routine alright.

He looked down as she spoke, smiling with a light flush at her statement—though the smile was quickly replaced with surprise and then understanding as she bolted for the bathroom and slammed the door shut again. This was the way it would be for a while, and it was only the first of trials…but he loved Tomoe more than anyone in existence, and he wouldn't let a few difficult days or arguments get in their way. So, he waited patiently, sitting up on the mattress and leaning his forearms on his knees.

She returned a few moments later, toothbrush being methodically worked around her mouth; annoyed.

"I reary kno how tah ruin da mood now, dohn't I?" She hissed to herself, avoiding spitting toothpaste foam from her mouth as she spoke; giving Barnaby an apologetic look. She disappeared into the bathroom once more to spit away the contents in her mouth; returning once again.

"I'm sorry, Barnaby."

He tossed his legs over the side of the bed and stood, approaching her and intertwining their fingers again, resting his forehead against hers with a smile. "It's fine. You can't exactly help it, right?"

"Ah, no… but this is throwing off such a fine tuned routine for me." She frowned, playing with his fingers. She pressed up against him, leaning her head against his chest — listening to his heartbeat; and soon within the next couple of weeks, they'd be hearing another heartbeat.

"You probably have things to do, so I'll let you do them. I'll get washed up and dressed, and come make you breakfast, okay?"