Saying that Angela Ziegler couldn't cook was an understatement. The good doctor hadn't spend years in college to be a gourmet chef for sure, but this was another level. And Fareeha knew it all too well. In fact, everyone at Overwatch knew. But no one dared to tell her anything, mostly because the Swiss woman was terrifying when angry. Everyone had in mind the time when Angela had tried to bake a cake for Lena's birthday. Eating a brick would have probably been easier, but they were lucky no one lost a tooth in it.

So when her dear wife had told Fareeha she wanted to take care of her diet during her pregnancy, it took her all her might to not run away in fear. Sure she had a high tendency to eat junk food, but it was mostly because she didn't have time to cook.

Anyway, those were good memories now… And now here she was, laying in bed with her hand on her stomach as usual. Ever since they found out she was pregnant, Fareeha always ended up in that position, gently stroking her now showing baby bump, as if to check everything was alright in there.

It was peaceful, yet she would have to get up soon. Angela was already in the kitchen cooking god knows what for their lunch break. Luckily the blonde didn't say anything about breakfast, so technically Fareeha was still allowed to get her fruits loops. It was probably better not to ask anyway.

"Are you coming, liebling?"

Fareeha grumbled and ran her hand through her dark locks before slowly sitting up in bed.

"In a minute yeah!"

She yawned loudly and stretched up, her bones cracking as she did. Then she got up and left the room. She grabbed a loose hoodie in the closet on the way, put it on, then joined Angela in the kitchen.

Swaying to the music on the radio, her wife was busy filling their lunch boxes with food, and Fareeha felt lucky enough not to see what it was. Morning sicknesses had been killing her lately. So she just sat at the table and tried to enjoy her breakfast as much as possible. Angela was humming to herself cheerfully, way too cheerfully for Fareeha's tastes. Not that she didn't like it, quite the contrary, but she knew Angela was up to no good.

"It smells delicious! Can't wait for lunch!"

The blonde smiled brightly and hugged her wife from behind, her arms locked around Fareeha's neck.

"How did you sleep babe?"

Fareeha took a spoonful of cereals then kissed Angela's cheek. She leaned into her gentle embrace and closed her eyes, just to enjoy the moment a bit more. There she could smell Angela's sweet perfume, feel the warmth of her body. She felt at home and it was perfect.

"Like a stone..." She said after a minute with a content hum. "And maybe I dreamt about you..."

She heard Angela giggle and kissed her cheek again. Fareeha was a 100% sure her wife was blushing by now, as always when things were getting a little flirty. And Fareeha did that a lot. Just a few teasing words to make the blonde blush and fluster.

"Y-you did?" Angela asked, hiding her face in the crook of Fareeha's neck. Her skin was very soft here and the blonde loved it.

"Mhmm... Back when we were on that island for our honeymoon, do you remember?"

"How could I ever forget? It was literally Pharah-dise...OOPS!"

"Oh? What was that babe?" Fareeha teased, pulling the blonde onto her lap gently. Too busy hiding her now crimson face with her hands, Angela let her and snuggled against her wife's chest.

"Nooottthiinnng! We're going to be late for work!"

With a smug grin, Fareeha passed her arms around Angela's waist, holding her closer. She nuzzled her hair, then said:

"Pharah-dise huh? I like the sound of that...And here i thought you didn't like my puns."

"They are terrible..." Angela whined in a playful way, instinctively putting her hand on her wife's baby bump.

"Oh? Are they now habi? I'd say that this one was quite heavenly." Fareeha let her hands roam down to Angela's sides and started tickling her, knowing that it was one of her weak spots.

"Noooo! Stooop!"

"She dreams of Pharah-Pharah-Pharadise! Ohhohhooohooh!"

"Ohhh babe stop! Please!"

After a moment she stopped and drew Angela's face to her to kiss her soft lips.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Angela laid her hand on her wife's tummy again, looking at it with a small smile.

Fareeha smirked: "Worried about our kid getting my amazing sense of humor?"

"With a mother like you it will be nearly impossible for our cute little nugget to not follow in your footsteps."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Fareeha giggled and kissed Angela's head, not wanting to let go of her yet. Sadly, the blonde had decided otherwise and pecked her lover's lips before getting up.

"Now go get dressed, we're gonna be late."

"Yes ma'am!"

With a grunt, Fareeha reached over pick up her bag. Plopped down on the gym bench, she settled in to have her lunch while her recruit class was on break. Rummaging around she pulled out the lovingly wrapped lunch pack – so lovingly in fact that she had barely had time to unwrap it before her phone rang.

"Yes, habi? Lunch?" Fareeha peered down at the soggy treat in her lap. Allegedly it was cheese sandwiches, yet somehow the crusts were burnt to a crisp while the cheese was just sort of... sweating. To make the meal healthier, Angela had thrown in some fruit as well, but had also distractedly packed everything together. Mushy from the now-evaporated heat of the sandwiches, the fruit had mixed with the main dish in an... interesting compote.

"Yeah I'm eating it now," Fareeha said cheerfully as she dumped the blob into the trash can next to her. "Oh yeah, it'sh really good!" she gushed through a mouthful of chili cheese fries that had conveniently appeared in her hand in a bright blue flash.

"Don't worry, I'm staying plenty hydrated," the deceitful rocket angel professed after a big sip from a strawberry milkshake that had likewise materialized. "No, I'm not overexerting myself, honey. I'm just yelling at a bunch of kids..." She set down her milkshake and put her hand on the gentle curve of her stomach. "Everything is fine. The little one loves the apples you packed for me."

Fareeha held up a finger to her lips to shush Tracer, who was leaning in to refute her lie. Unable to stop herself, the Brit quickly rewinded, leaving Fareeha to finish her conversation in peace.

"Yes I appreciate it very much too. You spoil me, habi." Fareeha shoveled another handful of fries into her mouth before washing them down with milkshake. She had had an irresistible craving for strawberries and something spicy since this morning – specifically at the same time. Only basic human decency prevented her from just blending it all together into a "delicious" stew.

"Oh... lunch together tomorrow? Y-yeah sure..." Fareeha glanced over at the trashcan. "Right... I'll see you when I get home. Love you too."

As soon as Fareeha hung up, Lena was next to her on the bench again: "Don't you 'shush' me! Do you have any idea what I go through for you? Just the other day the Greaseria named me 'customer of the year'. I got a hat!"

To underline her point, Lena slapped a brightly colored baseball cap on her head, proudly declaring that she was a "Greaseria VIP".

"You're going to let a pregnant woman starve?" Fareeha winked with mock outrage. She glanced down on her greasy feast, slightly worried: "Just, uh... don't tell Angela, okay?"

Lena stole a couple fries and nodded: "As long as you don't tell Emily. She'd have a right fit if she knew I was going to Greaseria and Burger Empress every day!"

Fareeha paused to savor the strawberry and chili mixing in her mouth as she chewed, pretending to consider Lena's offer. "Deal. But tomorrow you're getting me cheesecake."

"Alright recruits, lunch break!"

The second she said that, Fareeha heard relieved sighs behind her back. Since she was pregnant, Winston and Jack had assigned her to the training of Overwatch's future agents. At first, she had protested, saying she could still go on missions for a bit. But after a few days, she realized it was quite satisfying to see youngsters make progress due to her advice.

It also reminded her of her own training days back when she was in the Egyptian military. Sure it was rough, but it was necessary to later help people in need, which had always been her goal since she enlisted.

Fareeha walked down the hallway leading to the lunch room, her stomach grumbling loudly. Usually she ate her lunch by herself by the training field, but Angela had insisted they'd have lunch together today. How could she say no to her beloved wife? Especially not right now when Angela was literally radiating happiness.

Fareeha had thought of many ways to tell her wife that her food was... special, to say the least. But she didn't want to hurt her feelings. She sighed and kept walking, her hands in the pockets of her sweat pants.

Most of the other agents had to be gathered in the kitchen, because laughter could be heard from where she was. Maybe she could steal a few things from Lena's or Reinhardt's plate without Angela noticing, to at least have a small taste of something edible. Yet Fareeha smiled when she saw the others, already chatting and eating together. Lena sat up straight and waved at her.

"Heya captain! Come join us!"

Fareeha chuckled and took the seat facing Brigitte, who asked:

"Angela is not here yet?"

"She'll be here soon. I sent her a text after leaving the field."

Just after putting her phone back in her pocket, she heard familiar footsteps getting closer.

"Speak of the devil..."

Humming to herself, Angela walked in the room, carrying two lunchboxes with her. "Hey guys!"

She smiled cheerfully and went directly to the microwave, set the correct time then sat down next to Fareeha.

"How was your morning habi?" Fareeha asked, holding her wife's hand gently. It always amazed her how their hands sizes were so different yet fit so perfectly together. And also how such gifted hands were totally unable to cook something as simple as raviolis.

From across the table, Lena grinned as she caught Fareeha staring at Angela's hands and nudged Brigitte's ribs, leaning forward so she could whisper:

"See that? Big gay activity over there. Angie hasn't been here for a minute, and they're already all over each other."

The redhead snorted as she ate and nodded.

"I heard that, Oxton!"

Fareeha bent over the table and ruffled Lena's hair, just to annoy her.

"Don't be jealous! Maybe you should marry Emily so you can get a taste of that big gay energy too."

"Hey! Reeha no! Not the hair!" Lena blinked away from Fareeha and tried to put her hair back into its original style. A pout appeared on her face as she saw the awful mess on top of her head.

A beeping sound came from the microwave and Angela immediately stood up. The grin on Fareeha's face quickly morphed into a worried pout, and Lena winked at her as she sat back at the table.

"Hehe karma is a bitch..."

"Tssss... Please don't mention it." Fareeha mumbled, rubbing her face with her hands. Even if she was hungry, she'd gladly skip lunch if she could. Anyway, she still had to eat, for the baby, and also not hurt Angela's feelings, so she tried to brace herself. But it was hard, especially since Brigitte was devouring a cheesy pizza right in front of her face. Her daydreaming was cut off by the sound of boxes hitting the table.

"Eat up liebling, you're going to love it." Angela smiled joyfully and kissed her wife's cheek.

"For sure hehe. Thanks babe."

Fareeha gulped and took off the lid of her lunch box. A nasty smell came to her nostrils, making her freeze in place. She hesitantly grabbed her fork and poked whatever was in the box. There was, what she recognized as maybe beans? And with some kind of a mushy orange mixture.

"W-what is it today habi?"

"Oh? It's a recipe I've found online. It's huh... sort of a curry with, coral lentils, coconut milk, onions and a little bit of pepper. Doesn't it smells delicious?"

"Y-yeah definitely, ahah..."

Around the table everyone had stopped eating. Lena put her hand in front of her nose as discreetly as she could and Brigitte just froze, half chewed pizza still in her mouth, a string of cheese hanging from her lips. She looked over at Reinhardt who was trying his best to smile and nodded to Angela who explained the recipe's process. The blonde didn't seemed bothered by the smell, which wasn't a surprise knowing she was probably used to way worse. Still, after a minute the doctor took a spoonful of food and held it to her mouth.

Fareeha did the same, as slowly as she could, to see if Angela would notice how disgusting it was first. Her wife chewed her food and her smile slowly faded. For a split second, she just sat there with her food in her mouth, her eyes wide opened. Then she kept eating, keeping up with the happy facade, but everyone had definitely noticed the change.

"A-are you ok Angie?"

Fareeha gently rubbed her back, leaning closer to her. The blonde didn't say a word and nodded quickly. "It's really g-good, you should eat it before it gets cold."

"Alright."

She grabbed her fork and reluctantly ate her food. And it was as disgusting as it smelled. Some parts were weirdly crunchy, the lentils were still raw and Fareeha took a long sip of water to gulp it all down. The taste was... She couldn't even find a proper way to define it. First it was way too salty, the onions were almost burnt, and the pepper...God knows she was used to spicy food, but this was another level, because her tastes buds were literally on fire. After drinking again, she could still feel the aftertaste on her tongue. The taste of something very greasy, like freshly made donuts. Sadly for her, it wasn't donuts. Fareeha glanced at her wife and saw her red cheeks, and the small tears in her eyes.

"Hum...Honey? T-that food you-Oh!"

Suddenly, Angela let her fork fall on the table and quickly ran to the fridge to get some milk. She poured it in a glass and drank it. Lena couldn't help but burst into laughter, soon joined by Brigitte who almost choked on her food.

Fareeha stood up as well and poured another glass of milk for her wife then handed it to her.

"There you go habi. Seems like you put a little bit too much pepper in this... Among other things..." She chuckled, trying hard not to laugh as well.

The blonde sighed and leaned against her a bit as she calmed down. She coughed and panted a bit, but listened to Fareeha steady heartbeat to relax. This always seemed to put her at ease, especially when her wife was rubbing her back with the tip of her fingers, just as she did right now. Yet she had to tell her the truth, so she took a deep breath, hoping she would find the right words.

"Habi, that food you cooked, all of it…It's not that good..."

Angela sighed again and looked up at her with a frown. "Why haven't you told me?"

"I could have. But your enthusiasm was really adorable to witness. And you were so happy to do it."

Angela rolled her eyes and set her glass aside, her cheeks still slightly pink. "Fareeha, listen, you and the baby need to be healthy, you know that...So if my food is disgusting, you should have told me...Have you drank your water at least?"

"Of course I did. But-"

Angela put a finger to Fareeha's lips, a small smile on her face.

"You should have told me. I'm not a kid, I can handle it. We could have worked on this together."

"Yeah...Maybe we could cook together from now on?"

"But...What if you cut yourself, or get burned...Plus you just said my food is disgusting."

Fareeha rolled her eyes and chuckled, holding the blonde's hands.

"I'm not made of glass, I can still do that much habi." She smiled and kissed her knuckles a few times. Angela then pulled her into a tight hug and mumbled:

"I know..."

Fareeha huffed, surprised by her wife's hug, but reciprocated after a few seconds. Suddenly she felt guilty about lying and held the blonde closer to her body, as much as she could with her baby bump.

"Sorry for not telling you anything.."

"Don't do that again...And I'll stay away from the kitchen."

"Deal." Fareeha chuckled. "But you can stay in the kitchen if you follow my instructions. Apparently I'm quite good at that."

She smiled, hearing Angela chuckle against her neck. Yet huffed when the blonde poked her ribs playfully. The couple then heard a familiar blinking sound and turned their heads toward a grinning Lena.

"Oi lovebirds! Got some snacks for you!" she said, proudly holding two bags full of McDonald's. Fareeha's tummy grumbled when the smell of burgers reached her nostrils. At this point she literally sprinted back to the table, much to Angela's dismay.

"No! Fareeha-! oh..."

"Thanks Lena!" Fareeha unwrapped her burger and ate it happily, the smile never leaving her face. "Ohh you didn't forget to get extra pickles!"

"Heh, more like the people there know the usual order." Lena chuckled, pushing her goggles up on her head then sat back down with Brigitte. Angela reluctantly sat back as well, then neatly unwrapped her own burger, before bringing it to her lips. This was against all her rules, but on the other hand it smelled so good. She hadn't had fast food in ages, so this was way too tempting.

Fareeha giggled and looked at her struggling: "Have a bite habi, it can't hurt."

"Maybe not now, but in the long run it could clog your arteries."

"With one burger? Come on, you're dying to eat it."

"Hhhhmmmmm..."

Angela's stomach grumbled loudly from the lack of food, which only made Fareeha giggle more.

"See? Your tum-tum agrees." Fareeha pressed her lips covered with sauce on her wife's cheek then took a long sip of Sprite.

"I...I...It." She groaned and took a big bite of the burger, chewing it happily, but trying to conceal it. Lena cheered, looking at them with a big smile.

"Yeah! That's the spirit luv!"

"So, how is it habi?"

Angela didn't answer, too busy trying to hide the fact that she loved the fries too much.

"I think she likes it." Brigitte giggled as she threw away the rest of the food in her lunchbox before washing it carefully.

Fareeha nodded, wrapping her arm around Angela's shoulder and gently pulled her against her. The blonde let her, way too happy to lean against her strong shoulder. Soon enough, a content smile appeared on her face, and when she was done with her chocolate sundae she sighed in content.

"You can't deny it was our best lunch in a while, can you habi?" Fareeha knew that the blonde would never admit it, but enjoyed teasing her anyway.

"Oh shush you...You still have to make it up to me somehow..." Angela grumbled, feeling sleepy all of a sudden. She leaned more against Fareeha and closed her eyes, soon falling asleep in her wife's arms.

"That's what happens when this stubborn woman over here has a full stomach."

"Maybe you should carry her some place less noisy?" Lena asked, pouring coffee into her favorite mug.

"Back to the med-bay I guess." Fareeha gently picked up Angela, the bridal way, making sure her head was resting against her chest. Instinctively, Angela held onto her wife's shirt and mumbled something in her sleep.

"See you later guys, and thanks for the burgers Lena."

"Any day pal! Go take care of the wife!"

Back at their house later that day, Angela was laying on the couch, all wrapped up in a fluffy plaid.

"There you go habi." Fareeha handed her a big mug of hot chocolate, with whipped cream and little marshmallows on top. The blonde took the mug carefully and brought it to her lips and let out a delighted sigh.

"I put some cinnamon in it, just as you like it."

"Thank you babe, you're the best."

"Only the best for you." Fareeha winked at her wife, and sat down at the other end of the couch. Like every time as she did that, Angela's heart skipped a beat and she blushed a little.

"Ohh shush..."

"Oh come on, you love it. Don't you babe?"

Fareeha took her own mug and took a sip of hot chocolate, ending up with cream on her upper lip. This didn't remain unnoticed by Angela who leaned forward and captured her wife's lips, gently stroking her cheek as she did. Fareeha kissed back and laid her hand on Angela's.

The blonde reluctantly pulled away and laid back on the couch, enjoying the sight of Fareeha who just sat there, slowly coming out of her daze.

"Cutie."

After a few seconds, Fareeha opened her eyes and put the mug aside. She bit her lip then got a hold of Angela's foot, gently placing it in her lap. After taking off her colorful sock, she started massaging it carefully, earning a contented groan from her beloved doctor.

"Now, about what we discussed earlier. I called my mom while you were taking a shower, and she's going to send me her recipes. Falafel for example..."

"Hmm those are fantastic…."

"Are you talking about my mom's falafels or my massage?"

"B-both..."

Angela's cheeks turned a bright shade of red and she took a long sip of chocolate to hide it from her grinning wife.

"Interesting..."

"I deserve it though. You did say that my food was disgusting. All of it."

"I did. But that doesn't mean I can't take care of my dear wife once in a while right? Especially when she does everything."

"You need to rest. You're carrying our beautiful kid after all."

"Indeed, but our beautiful kid will need us both. So, mommy Angela needs to rest too."

"Awww.. You're making it hard for me to resist, liebling. Even more when you're all cute like that."

Fareeha took a mental note of doing this more often. They stayed quiet for a long while, just enjoying each other's company – and in Angela's case, her wife's warm hands. Strong and precise, and so, so warm. It was truly delightful and the blonde enjoyed every second of it while drinking her chocolate. After a while, Angela yawned and put her mug aside on the coffee table.

"Tired, habi?"

The blonde nodded and wrapped herself in the plaid again, before curling up on the couch: "I need my big spoon."

With that said, Fareeha was all too happy to lay next to her wife and hold her close to her strong body.

"How can you be so warm, babe?"

Fareeha shrugged, gently kissing the back of Angela's neck. "Maybe it's a pregnancy thing, or my undying love for you."

"Maybe a bit of both?"Angela giggled, holding her wife's hands in hers.

"And then you'll say I'm the cutie."

Fareeha squeezed the blonde's hands gently, nuzzling her hair. She smiled more then heard her yawn again.

"Not my fault."

"Oh yeah? Maybe I should carry mommy Angela to bed then? The couch is not good enough for her."

"Please do. I heard she loves being carried around by her strong wi-Hey!"

Angela didn't have the time to finish her sentence before she was already being picked up by Fareeha, who carried her bridal style. The blonde got comfy in the soldier's strong arms, laying her head against her chest to listen to her heart.

"What happened to me having to rest, huh habi?"

"I... I guess I'll let it slide this time," Angela blushed, hiding in her blanket.

"Hehe, you're adorable honey."

Once they arrived in their bedroom, Fareeha gently laid Angela on the bed and kissed her lips softly. She felt Angela's hands resting on her cheeks and leaned into the touch as they kissed. When they parted, Fareeha laid her forehead against the blonde's and looked into her blue eyes.

"I love you," she whispered, feeling Angela's breath against her skin.

"I love you too, liebling." Angela stroked Fareeha's cheek just below her tattoo, smiling happily before she yawned again. Fareeha giggled and pecked her lips, before laying in bed with her wife, who carefully put her head on her chest once again. She pulled the covers over them and snuggled there with a contented smile.

"Oh... we don't have anything for lunch tomorrow.." Angela mumbled, already half asleep because someone was busy running her fingers through her blonde locks.

"Shhh... sleep for now, we'll see about that tomorrow..." Fareeha yawned and closed her eyes. "And if not we can always ask Lena to bring us burgers again..."

Maybe a minute after that she heard a soft snore, and giggled as she felt Angela's hand on her baby bump.

"I'll take that as a yes..." she thought before falling asleep as well.