4. In which Norway is pregnant and Denmark is the father
"EVERYONE OUT OF THE FUCKIN' WAY!" Denmark's sing-song voice rang out through the crowd, people turning away wondering what was wrong with the man who so loudly cleared a path with a pregnant woman trailing behind him.
"Den, shut up," Norway said brusquely, waddling along behind the expecting father. Her belly had already passed the size where it was still bearable to carry, and it weighed on her greatly.
Denmark quickly fell back to Norway's side, gently ushering her along with a large hand placed firmly on her back. "My li'l lady's preggo," he explained proudly to the people who strayed into their path, "It's a girl. CLEAR A PATH, PEOPLE!"
Feebly, Norway attempted to smack him upside the head. "You don't need to tell everyone," she scolded. She just wanted to go shopping with her husband in peace, but she'd forgotten the fact that Denmark and peace were like oil and water. You couldn't have both. Sighing, she let Denmark guide her through the crowd, white shopping bags hanging from his arms like a strange set of wings. She had to admit, though, that Denmark was doing a good job of keeping her from being jostled around on a normally quite busy street.
"How're ya doin', sugarkins?" asked Denmark, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "We're almost to the car. We'll be home soon," he smiled.
Norway curled her fingers around Denmark's wrist and held him close as they walked. "If it wasn't for a certain annoying husband..." she grumbled, but sighed and looked up at Denmark through smoky eyelashes. Denmark gulped audibly, beginning to sweat under the collar of his shirt. "That's a beautiful shade of crimson you're sporting," she teased with a small smile.
Denmark looked himself over. "I'm not wearing–oh," he realized, turning even redder. They'd reached Denmark's car by now and Norway leaned against its side, relieved to have some of the weight taken off of her aching feet. Denmark had loaded all the shopping into the car in uncharacteristic silence and opened the door for her.
Once they were in the car and on the road, Norway commented on Denmark's sudden mood change.
"You're unusually silent," she cocked her head. Denmark's eyes remained on the road, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tight enough to turn white. "Did I tease you too much?" Norway's voice was soft with genuine concern, "I'm sorry, dear."
They reached their home. Denmark pulled into the driveway and cut the engine. "Ya usually don't apologize," grumbled Denmark, picking up the shopping bags and draping them over his arms once more. Helping Norway out of the car, he pulled her as close as her burgeoning belly allowed and took a deep breath. "Looking at you got me thinking, we're gonna be a family. You and me and that little baby in there," he sighed, Norway's long blonde locks tickling his nose. "Think I'm falling in love with you all over again."
This time, the loud, obnoxious laugh that permeated the air belonged to Norway. She pat Denmark's cheek, realizing what was going on. Denmark was in already madly in love with Norway, the Woman, and he was beginning to fall in love with Norway, the Prospective Mother. Just another part of me to love, Norway mused, lips moving slowly against Denmark's jaw. She could admit that Denmark the Future Father was beginning to grow on her as well, despite the fact that he was just as annoyingly over-protective as Denmark the Man.
"I, uh, I'll go open the door now." He released Norway and trotted up the front steps, white shopping bags hanging from his arms.
He's embarrassed, Norway thought with a silent chuckle, now this is a rare sight. She walked after him and smiled. Those white shopping bags draped over his arms made him look like an angel.
AN: Dadmark is the dad who will play football/catch/baseball/whatever with his kid, regardless of gender, and kiss their boo-boos and beat up whoever gave them. He'll go as far to punch a tree or something. He also wants to help with studying but the only school subject he really excelled in is history (and sort of English); math and science is more under Normom's jurisdiction. He's the kind of dad who works from home too.
Normom is the working lady. She makes sure to leave plenty of time for her babies, though, and uses her maternity leave to its full potential. She's cool and calm and collected and very observant so her kids respect her for leaving them alone when they need it (whereas Dadmark is the dad who will pop into his kid's room every ten minutes being like "YO WASSUP?")
This one came out a bit longer than I expected. I've got two more pieces to add to this where Iceland has to watch the SuFin and DenNor babies: one where Ice is a woman, and another where Ice is male. So far, they're ending up looking like actual chapters than drabbles. Hohoho.