Author's Note: I also post this fic on tumblr and I guess I wasn't linking back to the original prompt post. Sorry about that. I'm not trying to encroach on the OP's Gratitude Collection or anything. I found the list amongst a bunch of other kiss prompt memes and liked it the best. A link to my tumblr account is in my profile if you care to see the actual list.

There weren't a whole lot of perks to being so awkwardly large and uncomfortable but Erza was trying to make the best of things. Her armor didn't fit anymore – not that Jellal would've been too happy to see her wearing it anyway – she couldn't sleep for more than a few hours at a time, her bladder seemed to have shrunk to the size of a pebble, there was always something poking at her ribs, and goddamn it everybody was acting like she was breakable. However, there was one upside.

Erza grinned as she took another forkful of strawberry cake into her mouth. The dessert plate was perched on the top of her belly and she didn't even need a napkin! Jellal would argue that she did actually need a napkin because later she would complain of the crumbs in her bra. But for now Erza hummed happily and enjoyed the moment.

"This is how one gets ants, you know."

"Don't care!" Erza said in a sing-song voice. Jellal sighed and shrugged into his cloak.

"I have to go out for a bit. You'll be okay?"

"Yep." She licked the fork clean and he didn't feel like she was paying attention to his words at all. Sometimes he wondered which she loved more: him or the cake.

"It might be a day or two."

"Okay." Erza stuffed another bite into her mouth and closed her eyes in delight.

"Are you even listening to me?"

She rolled her eyes and looked up at him from her position on the couch. "Yes, Jellal. You're going on a job and I'm stuck here with nothing to do but pee every five minutes and eat cake. Or was there something I missed?"

He laughed and balanced himself on the back of the couch with one hand. "No that's about it. Don't have the baby while I'm gone."

"I don't think I get to make that decision. I understand that babies come on their own schedule."

When he leaned down to kiss her goodbye the edge of his cloak nudged the plate of cake just enough to send it sliding over the curve of her belly. He barely caught it before everything splattered all over the floor.

"That was almost a tragedy."

"Almost but not quite," he said before pressing hips lips to hers with one hand keeping him from falling on her and the other awkwardly clutching the dessert plate.