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AN: This chapter is a lot of Chloe/Davis fluff. I wanted a chapter like this because in the next few, things get heavy. So I hope you all like it, because I had a lot of fun writing it. As always, please review. I really enjoy hearing what everyone thinks.

Happy to lay here, just happy to be here—Paperweight, Schuyler Fisk

"Hey, baby, hurry up. Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, is on." In her usual Sunday afternoon lounge wear of one of Davis shirts, Chloe was perched on the couch steadily working her way through a bag of jelly beans.

It was probably Chloe's favorite time of the week. It was the wind down time, where it was just the two of them. Friday nights they spent with Lois, being dragged out to whatever activity struck her cousin's fancy. Saturdays were spent cleaning or running errands; in all likelihood some combination thereof. But Sundays were their day to do nothing.

They had a deal where their cells stayed off until noon. It was typically the only day that Lois-having spent Saturday night out until the wee hours- slept the day away and therefore didn't come over, so they got to spend time alone. And more often then not that time was spent napping in front of the television.

A television, she suddenly realized, she couldn't see due to the books he had piled high on the coffee table. With an impatient huff she leaned forward on the couch to stack the books neatly on the floor, since both her end tables had their own stacks. The man had every book on pregnancies, parenting, babies, and baby names ever printed. Mike told her he even had a few in their rig and his locker at work. And she could admit it was cute, when she wasn't tripping over one of his books at three in the morning on her way to the bathroom.

"Tell me again why I'm always the one cleaning the shower."

"Because I'm pregnant and the fumes aren't good for the baby."

Davis nodded as he dropped into the corner of the couch. "I was doing it long before you were pregnant so try again."

"How about the fact that you won't let me complete any task that evolves bending over?" She tossed out as she lay at the opposite end of the couch so she could place her feet in Davis' lap. "Remember the one time I cleaned the tub."

The thoughtful frown that was marring his dark features quickly gave way to an appreciative smirk. He remembered walking pass the bathroom, a quick glance inside revealing her bent over the lip of the tub. The way her movements caused his t-shirt to ride up her back leaving her butt completely uncovered. He'd have been insane to let an opportunity like that go by. "Oh yeah. But I wouldn't say any task."

"Making the bed."

"That has less to do with you being bent over and everything to do with you being by the bed."

"Loading and unloading the dishwasher."

"You bend at the waist so that's more your fault."

"Tying my shoes, babe."

"With the low cut tops you wear, you can only expect so much from me." With a wicked grin, he reached over for her bag of candy, only for her to hold it out of his reach.

"Hold on, have you washed that bleached smell off your hands."

"Of course," But he could tell she was skeptical. "You don't believe me. Well, then why don't you smell for yourself."

Chloe saw his intentions but wasn't fast enough to get away from the hands he rubbed all over her face. "Davis, stop." She kicked her feet out, but her blows had no impact on him. Admittedly, the fact that she was laughing didn't help her cause either. "Alright, I believe you. Here, take the bag."

With a triumphant grin, Davis sat back with the bag of candy. "Are you trying to imply that you don't like my hands on you?"

"I'm indifferent." She teased before shifting around so that she could cuddle into his side. As always his arms came around her. He flicked open the last few buttons of her shirt, pushing the two sides apart to expose her rounded belly. He was always touching her belly now. "Can't say the same for you."

"So says the clingy sleeper."

"You sleep inside me every night, yet I'm the clingy sleeper."

Leaning down, Davis pressed a kiss to her neck. "And I love you anyway."

Rolling her eyes, Chloe said nothing as she placed her hand over the one he had laid on her stomach. There was no point arguing with him, maybe she did cling. But she was a very tactile person, always had been. Being a little handsie, even in her sleep, wasn't something she exactly had control over.

"Speaking of sleeping, you were up awfully early this morning."

As if to confirm his statement, Chloe yawned. "Lois. She somehow managed to call, text, and e-mail me all at the same time. In true Lois fashion she tripped over a lead last night. The vault at another bank was broken into and another guard was murdered."

Davis listened as she went over the information her cousin sent to her, what she thought it all meant, and how she was planning on following up. She was practically vibrating with excitement, a reaction she often had when working on a story. He was sure that if he were to tilt her face up her eyes would be bright and a smile would be lighting up her face. And he was happy for her. He just wished the story didn't involve what looked to be a gang of bank robbing murderers.

"They're looking for something, something very specific. I just need to figure out what it is before they find it. Lois and I have a meeting with a few managers tomorrow, so we'll be driving in together."

"Okay."

Chloe had noticed the way his entire body seemed to tense up. He wouldn't ask her not to go, wouldn't demand she take him with her. But the words would be there, just on the tip of his tongue. And he'd worry and he'd fret until he knew she was safe. "I'll be careful, baby, I promise."

"I know. It's just, you know, we have that appointment tomorrow."

Chloe's grin nearly split her face. "We'll be done way before then." She turned so that she could look up at him. "You really don't care what we're having."

"As long as it's not a violent little exoskeleton." Reaching out, he brushed a few strands of her hair behind his ear. "I just want a healthy kid, boy or girl doesn't matter."

It crossed her mind to pick up one of the baby name books that he bought. He said the baby's sex didn't matter, but pages he marked gave his preference away. And no matter how cool he wanted to act, she knew he was just as excited as she was. He was practically driving her insane with his need to start buying...things. Often times when they went out it seemed like he was picking up things at random. Like buying stuff for the baby would make it more real. He'd been the same way about her stomach; obsessing over it, worrying the hell out of her, until he finally noticed a bulge.

The day she'd gone to pick out a few maternity clothes she could have slapped him. He was like a damn kid in a candy store. At one point he even pulled up her top as if the other women there had never seen a pregnant belly before. But he'd been all goofy grin and dimples that it was hard to stay mad at him. Not to mention that he was getting so excited about the baby, she didn't want anything to detract from that.

"Though, I will say this." He settled her into his side again. "This kid has your smile I'm so screwed."

"Chloe have you seen my wallet?"

"In the drawer next to the bed." Chloe answered absently as she balanced herself on the dresser so she could pull on her shoe.

As usual it was a hectic Monday morning for them. They both overslept the alarm. Got completely sidetracked in the shower, which prompted Chloe to again suggest they maybe shower separately on Mondays-a suggestion Davis pretended not to hear. And then got into a ridiculous argument over who was responsible for the basket full of clean clothes that needed to be put away. It was a normal Monday morning for them. And one day, Chloe vowed, they'd actually get one right.

"Did you charge my phone last night?" Chloe asked as she rushed out of the room.

"Yeah, it's in the kitchen. Hey, I'll be by to pick you up at twelve, that should give us plenty of time to get to your appointment."

When Chloe came back she was carrying two tall travel mugs. "Where'd you say my phone was?"

Davis had to bite back a grin when she handed him his mug. "In the kitchen." She muttered a curse as she stalked back out of the bedroom, this time he followed her. "And don't forget that's your only cup of coffee today. Okay?" He noticed her hesitate, before reluctantly nodding her consent. Lowering her coffee intake was one of his hard fought battles. Though she swore he cheated by finally getting her to agree when she was dozing off to sleep. " I gotta go. Are you sure your cousin is picking you up?"

"Positive." It was just that Lois' Monday mornings made theirs look like a well oiled machine. "The apartment in Lois' building, we have an appointment to go by there after I get off of work. Put it in your phone so you don't forget, please."

"Yeah." His hand was on the doorknob when he realized what he nearly forgot. Setting his coffee mug aside, he dropped his backpack on his way across the room to pull Chloe into his arms. Her little sigh going straight through him.

Chloe laughed when she felt him trying to ease her blazer off her shoulders "Davis, stop. Come on, you're going to be late."

"I'm already late." But he settled the blazer back into place before burying his face in her neck for a moment. "Alright. I love you." And with one last lingering kiss he was gone.

Chloe and Lois had barely walked through the doors of The Planet's bullpen when Tess was sending them back out. It appeared that their blurry vigilante had been up and out early. It was a lot of leg work, a little unnecessary bitching from Lois, and a few painful interviews. But it seemed as if they finally caught a break.

"Hey, you're Davis' wife, right?"

Chloe frowned at the young uniformed officer approaching her. "Yeah."

"Paul Seay." He offered a hand.

"Seay. Oh, your Mike's brother." The conversation began leisurely enough. He'd known Davis for a few years, considered him a good friend. He'd been at their wedding, but understood that she had other things on her mind and why she didn't remember him. It seemed they may have gone to school together before she moved to Smallville. And wasn't that just funny.

Chloe was a skilled enough journalist to lead him back to where she wanted. They talked about the-she couldn't get around saying it-RBB sightings. She gave him a little of the information she and Lois dug up, which was less than it looked. Told him as much. And then gently coaxed him into offering his help.

"The traffic camera footage." Lois could barely contain her excitement as she and Chloe rushed back into The Planet. "The traffic camera footage that we were told repeatedly we could not have."

"I told you, Lo, it's all in how you talk to people." Which was only partially true. Yes, on several occasions their investigation had been impeded by her cousin's....well abrasiveness; but it had been more than that. Someone in the police department was blocking them and she only hoped Paul could get them the files before they were found out.

"All that they have." Lois shook her head in disbelief. "Including the ones from Davis' attack."

"Up to and including."

"It might not be anything." It wasn't that Lois was trying to be a killjoy. And she was speaking more to herself than she was to her cousin. But she had to come down. Better now than when they got the footage and found that there was nothing they could use on them.

"I know." And she also knew what her cousin was trying to do. "But it's something. Something more than crappy cellphone video. Look, I don't want to go to Tess with this. I don't want to say anything to anyone until we know what we've got."

"Okay, the killer of dreams stays in the dark until further notice. Fine with me."

Chloe laughed but said nothing, just glad to get her cousin to acquiescent so easily. Besides, whatever she could have said was drowned out by the round of applause that suddenly erupted. Standing just inside the door was a very confused looking Davis. "Why are they-"

Lois' grin was positively evil. "Well ever since your little pronouncement everyone figures your boy's...well endowed...with serious staying power." It didn't help that she accidentally, and it seriously was an accident, let slip information about her little cousin's sex life.

Chloe rolled her eyes. "That was weeks ago. How are they still on that?"

"Because you left for lunch yesterday and came back glowing with a different outfit on." Lois' grin was pure evil. "Your own fault, cousin."

"What did you tell them?"

Lois blanched. "Nothing....why would I....how did you know?"

"Because I know you."

"What's he doing here anyway?"

"Doctor's appointment."

Lois jumped off her cousin's desk. "Oh my God, is today the day we find out what we're having."

"You're not going." Chloe knew how her cousin's mind worked. "You'll be the first person I call, but you are not going. Lois, we're allowed to have something to ourselves. Besides, you have to wait for Paul."

There was nothing she could do to keep the pout from forming, but she understood what her cousin was saying. It sucked, but she understood. "Fine. But I'm the first call, cuz. Promise."

"Promise. Look, I have to get my husband out of here before someone tells him...whatever the hell it was you told everybody."

"No, cuz, you told everybody. I just sort of...confirmed a few things." Lois laughed when Chloe shot her a dirty look over her shoulder.

"You're awfully quiet."

"Just overwhelmed." Without taking his eyes off the road, Davis reached over and covered Chloe's hand with his. "We saw our baby today."

Maybe that was part of it. But she knew him, knew it was more than that. Her husband had an image in his head. After the doctor confirmed that their baby was healthy and everything was as it should be, she saw the excitement take over. It surprised her that he didn't actually start bouncing on his feet. And then she noticed the change, he was happy, of course he was still very happy. But he had set his hopes.

"I liked the name."

Davis shouldn't have been surprised. This was Chloe and she was the best at what she did. But he couldn't help the color that rose on his cheeks. "It was just something I was thinking about. You really liked it?"

"Anna Vivien Bloome. It's beautiful. And something about it, I don't know, it sounds like you. I can see the little girl with that name; your dark hair-"

"Your eyes." He added quickly. "And she'd do that funny thing with her eyebrows like you do."

Chloe laughed. He really had thought about this. "Your nose, your dimples. She'd even make your woobie faces."

Honestly affronted, Davis frowned. "I don't have a woobie face."

The fact that he was indeed making the face right now made it even funnier. "She'd have a pout that would just destroy you. Our daughter is going to have you wrapped around her little finger. She's just not going to be our first born." This time she placed his hand flat over her stomach. "This is your son. We're going to have a son."

"We're going to have a son." He repeated. Rolling the phrase over and over again in his head until a smile spread across his face. "I'm going to have a son." And he'd get to do all the things with his son that no one ever took the time to do with him. Watch as a part of himself grew to be a man, a whole man. "He's going to be better then me."

It was the way he said. The unmistakable pride in his eye, the conviction in his voice, that had the tears flowing down her cheeks. Despite the tears, her smile was wide. "He's going to be better than both of us."