DISCLAIMER: Most definitely not mine.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviews, favorites, and follows! They all make me so happy; you have no idea.

I'm sorry that these chapters have become more every-other-day than every day, but things have gotten crazy (Well, crazier) in my house.

I've decided to start responding to reviews here, as well. To everyone who has suggested names and/or mentioned how much they love this story and want to see it continue, a mass THANK YOU! When I wrote the first chapter, I was hesitant to even publish it because I was not expecting all the excitement over it!

Bay (All reviews): First one- You weren't being rude! I'm so sorry if I made you feel that way! I was trying to find a way to phrase it and I'm sorry if the way I did made you feel that way! Second one- I called this fic hurt/comfort more for the comfort part, especially in regards to the first chapter. Third one- as for the account, I don't know why it would be telling you that. Keep trying, though!

The guest who asked about Mal's Mother's Day gift to Belle: Keep reading!

Ben loves his wife dearly. His love borders on cliché; that's how much he loves her.

But with her newfound inability to sleep due to Beastie being, as Mal so lovingly put it, 'a little shit,' he's starting to go insane.

He's a light sleeper, and he predicted this months ago. Beastie has their own sleep schedule and likes to alert Mal to this by kicking the crap out of her. Despite being just barely eight months along, her small stature makes her bump seen even bigger- and therefore more uncomfortable to lie down with. Her lack of sleep is making her crankier than usual, and adding in the hormones on top of it is just icing on the cake.

"It's getting worse and worse by the day," he tells his father as he joins him for his late night reading. Ben thinks if he lets Mal fall asleep first, he'll have a better chance of sleeping himself.

"I remember vividly. Your mom's a light sleeper, too, so it was ten times worse for her. Of course, once I'm asleep, I could sleep through the end of the world, so I got much more of the crankiness than you probably get. Just remember that it will all be over soon."

"And then I get to have a kid waking me up at all hours of the night. Sleep is, quite obviously, not in my cards for the next eighteen years."

"We still live under the same roof, Ben. Sleep isn't in your cards for what will most likely turn out to be the rest of your life."

Ben groans loudly.

He wakes up a few mornings later to an empty bed. Considering he's always awake at the same time as her, he's almost instantly worried.

"Mal?" he calls.

"Bathroom!" he hears her respond. He trudges over to find her brushing her teeth over the sink, though still pajama-clad. That's good. He's not too slow on the uptake.

"How'd you manage to get off the bed without me noticing? You're not exactly nimble on your feet anymore," he jokes, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"You're more exhausted than you've ever been in your life. So I let you sleep a little."

"You need more sleep than I do."

"Tell that to Beastie," Mal grumbles, spitting her toothpaste out. Ben turns her around and then crouches down to her stomach.

"Listen up, Beastie. Daddy is always awake whenever Mommy's awake. And Mommy barely sleeps. So you need to keep it down there, yeah? Learn to entertain yourself. You got that?" He waits to feel the kick against his hand before straightening up. "Beastie and I have come to an agreement."

"I'm holding you to that," she says to her stomach. "Alright, let me just do one last thing."

"Mom and Dad won't care if you're still in your pjs at breakfast, you know."

"I know. I'm getting my Mother's Day gift for Belle."

Ben freezes.

"It's Mother's Day?"

"Yeah."

"I slept through my alarm, didn't I?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I was going to do something special for you!"

"Ben, I'm not due for another month. Therefore, not a mother yet. But Belle is, and I actually did something for her this year."

"By yourself?"

"Yes, by myself. I'm pregnant, not an invalid."

"I know; I know! Don't maim me."

Mal rolls her eyes.

Ben watches his mother's face as she looks through the book Mal had given her. He doesn't know how long she's been working on it, but it seems to be a while, as it's full of pictures of him at different ages.

He's able to read the writing on the last page from his spot by his mom, and he smiles.

Thank you for raising such a great guy. Thank you for letting me steal him away. Thank you for accepting me into your family. I hope Beastie is as lucky as Ben and I have been to have you in his life.

All my love,

Mal

A/N: These last few chapters have been so short! I apologize profoundly. I will try and update tomorrow, but it will definitely be up at some point in the near future.