So, I haven't updated in a bit because I had a very unfortunate baking accident that badly burned six of my fingers. Needless to say, it made typing not a lot of fun. So, this is very short and not nearly what I would normally write, but I hope you still enjoy it.

I came home after a 12-hour shift, completely exhausted and looking forward to curling up in bed with my lovely wife. I heard some pop music coming from the spare bedroom and curiously made my way over to investigate. It was 10:00 at night, and there stood my 7-months pregnant wife yielding a purple covered paint roller, singing horribly as usual. I watched as she awkwardly maneuvered, more like waddled, around the room, dancing as well as her figure would allow.

"Andy, what the heck are you doing?" I stood with my arms crossed, smirking in the doorway.

I had startled her, and she shrieked with surprise as she dropped the roller. "Nick! You can't just sneak up on a pregnant woman like that!"

I bent over and quickly retrieved the roller before the paint could soak through the newspaper that I was surprised she remembered to put down. "Sorry babe, you must not have heard me over Party in the USA. You do know this is Canada, right?"

Andy rolled her eyes as she turned her iPod off. "Really? Huh… I guess that explains all the maple leafs everywhere. I was starting to wonder."

I smirked and made my way over to my paint-covered wife, wrapping my arms around her from behind. "Why are you painting the nursery, Andy? Dov and I were going to do it this weekend."

She sighed and muttered, "Because I was bored. And lonely. I hate not being allowed to work."

Andy was reduced to light desk duty hours during her third trimester, and needless to say, she wasn't enjoying it.

I cradled her belly with both hands and kissed her neck. "Now you know that Frank is only looking out for you and the little rook, right?"

She reached up and stroked my cheek, running her fingers over my daylong stubble. "I know, I know. I just hate feeling helpless."

"You are far from helpless. I can't believe you managed to get two whole walls painted all by yourself."

She turned around and smiled proudly. "I happen to be an excellent painter, Officer Collins. It's one of my many talents."

"Oh, I know how very talented you are, Officer Collins." I said in a low tone. I took the opportunity to appreciate how hot she looked in her little shorts and the tank top that was working to contain her pregnancy enhanced breasts.

Andy placed a hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow as she saucily replied, "Oh really? And just what talents are we talking about here, mister?"

The combination of her being barefoot, pregnant, and adorably covered in paint was breathtaking. Something about a pregnant Andy was just unbearably sexy to me; a fact that she still marveled over.

I placed my hands on her hips and stared down at her heaving chest. "Oh, I can think of a couple."

She gave me a sexy laugh and said, "My, my soldier… You certainly have a dirty mind."

I grabbed hold of her shirt, tugging it over her head. "You have no idea, baby. I think I need to show you just how much I missed you today."

"Oh, if you must…" Andy did her best bored impression, but she gave herself away with the way she was grasping my biceps, letting out barely contained moans as I kissed her neck.

Her lips attacking mine silenced any smart retort that I was about to make.

Who else thinks Nick looks hotter when he has some stubble like in 4x01? Whew…