A/N: A little bit of angst for you. Just a little. Well okay, it's mostly fluff.

11. Witch

Shego's slam of the door was probably uncalled for she realized, as she saw Drakken jump from where he'd been hard at work at his desk.

"Shego?" he asked in alarm, looking her over quickly. Save for the foul expression on her face and her bad attitude, all was well. She watched as Drakken's panic evaporated, but his expression was still wary as he approached her. "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah..." she muttered in a tone that said clearly, everything wasn't. She thrust the small bag of groceries at him when he was close enough and then began to walk past him, ready to seek escape from her thoughts.

"Did something happen? Why are you upset?" Drakken pressed, following behind her.

Shego paused briefly in the hall before continuing on to the bedroom door. She didn't want to talk about it...and yet she knew that's why she was being so transparent with him.

Drakken followed her into the bedroom despite her silence, setting the grocery bag down on a chair while she sat heavily on the bed. Drakken knelt in front of her and began removing her boots for her. It had become too difficult for her to do herself in her third trimester of pregnancy.

Once her boots were off and the pressure around her feet released, she finally sighed.

"I killed a cockroach with my glow while I was out. A group of kids saw... They called me a witch."

Drakken looked up from where he had automatically begun massaging one of her feet, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Oh..." he remarked.

Shego rolled her eyes. "I know, weird thing to be bothered by, right?"

"I...would think...you'd like that you can still scare people?" he said carefully.

Shego rolled her eyes again. She did find it amusing and also ironic that even now, well over a year after she and Drakken has saved the world, in general the world's opinion of her hadn't changed. And that was just fine with her; it meant that people left her alone. But in this case, something had begun nagging at her mind...

"Yeah, but...they were these little kids," she said. Drakken looked up again as she laid one forearm across the massive swell of her belly and leaned back to support herself on her other hand. "You...don't think that...our baby is going to be afraid of me, do you?"

Drakken's lips parted. He set her foot down and rose up on his knees in front of her, setting both hands on her belly.

"No. Our baby will love you," he said decisively, looking into her eyes. "If anything, it will be scared of me..."

Shego watched as he allowed the telltale flower peer out from behind his neck.

Shego shook her head and argued. "I'm green... I have powers... And I'm mean. I fit the stereotype. A flower is kind of cute."

Drakken moved nearer, rising up on his knees and sliding his arms around her waist, his middle pressing warmly against hers.

"The baby...will only see how much we love it," he said with a quiet confidence.

Shego glanced away and sighed. "I hope you're right..."

Drakken sat back on his heels again, pausing to place a long kiss on her belly. He resumed massaging her foot as his brow furrowed in frustration.

"Shego. I fell in love with you...despite anything you see as a flaw. I'm still amazed that you love me, with all of mine. But...our baby... The only thing it will know is our love. Even when it does see...our skin, and our powers...it won't see those as differences from others. It will just see us...and..."

Shego cut him off with her hands under his jaw. He looked up at her and his brow rose in surprise at the tears that had pooled in her eyes. He moved with her gentle tugging until their lips met in warm kiss. He set one hand on the bed for support, but rested the other atop her belly. She placed her hand over his as she kissed him deeply with all the love and peace that he constantly gave her, erasing her worries more and more with each passing day.

"You know," she said shakily when she finally pulled away, smiling in amusement at his breathlessness, "you're right."

He looked startled briefly, but then he nodded. "Of course I am. I'm always right."

She smirked and tapped his leg with her foot, and he turned and sat down to lean his back against the foot of the bed. She set her legs over his shoulders and shifted forward a bit to watch as he took her feet into his lap and continued the massage.

She leaned forward slightly, her baby bump touching his head as she did so. She began running her fingers through his hair, letting her nails scrape lightly against his scalp.

"No... But you are always right about one thing," she said softly.

He gave a slight turn of his head and she saw his brow rise in question.

"You're always right about us."

She could just barely see Drakken's smile in response to her words, and she shifted back again, relaxing into the comfort of his touch. He was right. If she was a witch...whatever that meant...then it was just something else for him and their baby to love.