Thick, grey clouds covered the early evening sky, obscuring the now setting sun from view. Light, steady rain fell from the heavens, the droplets tapping the rooftop of a white bricked house, thunder occasionally rumbling off in the distance, the worst of the spring thunderstorm now passed. The wooden door slowly creaking open, a brunette quietly stepped into the dim room, quickly peeling off her soaked black jacket before setting the bags she carried on the kitchen table.

"Mwu?" Her soft voice broke the silence of the house, the woman peeking her head around the kitchen wall, catching sight of her husband slumbering on the beige sofa, the only light coming from the bright television, the soccer match that he had started watching earlier long forgotten. He fell asleep again, she sighed, her pink lips curving downward in a small frown. Guess he didn't get much sleep last night, she slid her wet shoes off her feet, carelessly tossing them onto the thick carpet.

The last few months had been quite eventful for the newlywed couple, the two still taking time to get used to all the life altering changes they had recently experienced. I know he's nervous. And so am I. This all happened so fast. So unexpectedly. Getting engaged…the baby…the wedding. Maybe we got a little to ahead of ourselves. It hasn't even been that long since we got back together. And here were are…..about to have a child in a few months. And there isn't a blueprint for being a parent, she looked out the window, raindrops sliding down the glass panes. Well I think it's about time to wake your daddy up, she looked back down at her new husband, the man snoring softly while he slept.

"Hey, sleeping beauty. Time to wake up," she knelt down beside the sofa, her fingers gently tracing the scar forked across his face, the touch causing the sleeping blonde to mumble incoherently. "I brought dinner," she laughed, the Chinese take out that she had picked up on her way home from work sitting on the kitchen table. "I knew that would wake you up," the woman teased, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Dinner? What time is it?" Mwu muttered sleepily, slowly sitting up on the plush sofa.

"Almost seven," she glanced at the small silver watch around her wrist. "Couldn't sleep again last night?" Her fingertips softly brushed his smooth cheek before resting on his broad shoulder.

"Not really," he admitted, cerulean eyes focused on the beige carpet beneath him. Yawning widely, he stretched his arms out. "Sorry….I didn't mean to worry you," he frowned, gently squeezing her hand before getting to his feet, pulling her up with him.

"You know you don't have to tell me," Murrue turned around, pulling down a couple of blue porcelain plates from the wooden cupboard, quickly filling up two plastic cups with iced tea. "But I'm here whenever you want to talk," she sat down at the chair beside him, spooning some noodles from one of the small white cartons she had brought home after her shift ended.

"Thanks. I know, and I appreciate it. I really do. I'm fine though, so don't worry. Okay," He smiled, stuffing some of the spicy chicken and vegetables into his large mouth. "How was your day?"

"Busy," she sighed, sipping at her cold beverage before adding some more noodles to her plate. "We had a lot of work to do with the military reorganization. Should keep us pretty busy for the next few months," she leaned back in her chair, thankful to finally have the chance to relax. "Hope you had a better day."

"It was alright. Did some sims for the new model. Other than that, it was pretty boring," he admitted, another large yawn escaping his lips.

Blue eyes watched the rain continue to fall from the cushioned patio chair, drops still cascading down in a gentle torrent. Damn….I'm such a coward. Facing down mobile suits while being outnumbered…..no problem. But this…somehow this seems so different. Are we even ready? And I didn't exactly have the best example, he chuckled, still watching the rain fall from the thick grey clouds. He jumped slightly in his seat, a familiar soft voice startling the blonde.

"Thought you might like some," she handed him a blue bowl filled with vanilla ice cream, sitting down in the chair beside him, taking a spoonful of the frozen treat from her own bowl.

"Thanks," he smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. The two were content to just sit and watch nature's springtime display, slowly finishing their dessert, her head resting on his shoulder, his arm still draped around hers. A few birds hopped around on the lush lawn, in search of a worm, hoping the rain would make them easier to catch. "You know…," he began, sighing softly. "I wasn't afraid of facing all those GINNs alone, or going up against the stolen mobile suits. Being a soldier…a pilot…..was easy. But here I am. Scared of being a father. I know it's stupid. I just….." Mwu's deep voice trailed off, unable to continue. "I'm sorry," he apologized, his gaze turned down to his lap, fingers idly toying with his cotton t-shirt.

"I had a feeling that's what was bothering you," the brunette muttered, her head still nestled on his shoulder. "Mwu, honey, you don't have anything to feel sorry for. I'm scared too," Murrue admitted, lifting her head from where it had been resting. "Anyone would be. I don't think anyone's ever ready to be a parent. And the ones who say that are only fooling themselves."

"I don't even know what it's like. My own father didn't set a good example. Yes, there were some good times. But I think that was all for his benefit. To show all his rich and powerful friends what a good father he was, when in reality he didn't give a damn about me," he continued, pulling his new wife closer, comforted by her warmth.

Running her fingers through his thick blonde curls, she turned his head to hers, their gazes meeting. "Mwu, listen to me. You're not your father. You never were, and never will be. And it's not like I know what it's like to be a mother. I haven't exactly been around children that much either. Sometimes I think being the captain of a battleship seems easy in comparison. All we can do is our best. And we'll find out what it's like together," the brunette lifted her left hand, wiggling the finger wrapped in the two platinum bands, the diamonds sparkling from the light in the window.

"How is it you always know just what to say?" The blonde chuckled, gently kissing the top of her head, nestled on his broad shoulder once again.

"It's a secret," she giggled, snuggling even closer to him, the two content to just sit together on the cushioned chair, enjoying the springtime rainfall. The sky darkened even more as night fell upon the tiny island nation, but the newlyweds didn't move, thankful for the time alone they were able to spend together.