Someone on A03 said something about a bonus chapter not too long ago and when this idea popped into my head, I couldn't help but use it.
So, here you are, a short little bonus chapter.

Happy Christmas (to those of you that celebrate) and stay safe. Lots of love xx

Riven woke to the smell of cinnamon and bacon wafting through the apartment. He let his nose lead him to the kitchen where he found Musa – his wife – dancing around the kitchen in one of his t-shirts and a pair of socks, headphones placed firmly on her head. Her short hair was up in twin buns, bouncing as she danced. She had the windows open; the cold October air blew through the room, lifting the shirt – much too large on her tiny frame – just enough for her butt cheek to peek out. He leaned against the door frame and watched her, still struck by how lucky he was to have her. Almost one year of marriage down, a whole lifetime to go, and he would get to spend it with the most amazing person the universe had to offer.

"Smells amazing" he said after he'd snuck up behind her and pulled the headphones down. Musa jumped, but relaxed once he'd wrapped her arms around her waist and tucked his chin into the crook of her neck.

"It should – cinnamon pancakes and bacon, your favourite." They were his were delicious, yes, but he really loved them because they made him think of the morning after they'd gotten together. They reminded him of the way she'd laughed at him when, after she'd told him she loved him, he said I know. She'd pulled him back in for a kiss that had gotten a little too out of hand for the backstage of a charity concert and ended with them fucking on the couch. They'd gone back to her hotel room where they'd done some assortment of cuddling, talking, making out and fucking till they fell asleep. When he woke up, Musa was in the kitchenette of the lavish hotel room, making cinnamon pancakes and bacon.

"What did I do to deserve such a great wife?" He asked as Musa wiggled around in his arms to face him.

"Stop, you know I love when you call me that" Musa's voice lowered to a husky, seductive voice, and she slapped his arm playfully before wrapping hers around his neck.

"What? My wife?" He repeated, matching her tone. Musa pulled him in for a kiss. She would never tire of kissing him or of the way everything in her swelled with joy and love when she did. When he kissed her, she felt like she was on top of the world, and no one would ever be able to knock her down. His hand trailed down from the small of her back, one to her hip, the other her ass. He pulled her closer, his kiss become more intense, until she had to push him away. "Pancakes are gonna burn" she whispered, slipping out of his arms, and picking up her spatula.

"So, what's the occasion?"

"It's Saturday?" Musa replied innocently. She slipped the pancake onto a waiting plate and peaked over her shoulder at her husband. "And it might also be someone's birthday."

"Oh, who's?"

"You're such a pain"

"But I'm your pain" He replied sweetly, trying to pull her back into him now that the pancakes were safe from their doom. Musa eyed him with feigned contempt, breaking to smile seconds later. She grabbed his arm and forced him to the table, placing a plate of heavenly-smelling food and a cup of coffee in front of him. She was in the seat beside him moments later with her own plate in one hand and a gift in the other. She placed the small box, wrapped in shiny green paper, and topped with a bow, by his plate. "I know we're going out with everyone tonight for your birthday and you said no gifts-"

"Let me guess: you couldn't help yourself" he chuckled, happy that she chose to surprise him with it now instead of at the restaurant where Stella had insisted he let her organise a get-together. The blonde claimed it would be small but Riven knew it wasn't likely. Stella didn't do small; she was a 'go big or go home' kind of person. He was just hoping there was no gift opening on the schedule. It was bad enough the party was for him; he didn't want to have everyone's eyes on him all at once.

"I just thought it was too perfect to pass up as a surprise" Musa shrugged, not-so-subtly pushing the box closer to him. Riven gave her a pointed look, but, unsurprisingly, bent to her wishes – he always did, always would. Anything if it made her happy.

The box wasn't heavy – it didn't look like it would be. He ripped the paper off, revealing a plain, unmarked brown box. Taped to the top of the box was a small envelope with the words Read after opening marked on them. Riven glanced up at Musa who was watching him with a big smile and expectant eyes. He returned her smile – he couldn't help it, her smile made him smile. Envelope placed aside, he opened the box. He could feel the excitement bubbling up in him, feeding off Musa's. He removed the protective styrofoam at the top of the box to reveal... "A mug?"

Musa wished she had her phone with her to capture Riven's confused face. She knew he would be; she knew he would question why she was so excited for him to get a mug. The mug wasn't the gift though. What was in the envelope was, in a manner of speaking. "Yeah, take it out."

Why the ever-loving fuck would she get him a mug? Did they not own enough mugs already? Musa liked to get damn souvenir mugs from every place she went, and the cupboard was already overfull with them. Riven tried to fake gratitude for the gift – Flora would scold him if he told Musa the gift was crap – but Musa saw right through it.

"Take it out" she laughed, rolling her eyes at his attempt at politeness. Riven pulled it out to reveal a light purple mug with bold, black writing that said: WORLD'S #1 DAD. He put the mug down tentatively, eyeing Musa curiously, hoping she would give away some hint. She couldn't be... No, she had been on her period, what, two – three weeks ago? Hadn't she?

Slipping the envelope open, Riven pulled out a cheerful card with the words Happy Birthday! written in green script. A paper poked out from the bottom of the card, so Riven pulled it out. The paper's contents made his heart race so fast he thought he might collapse. "You're...You..."

"7 weeks, yeah."

Riven didn't reply, but the way he smiled brighter than she'd seen him smile since their wedding told her he was happy. His glossy eyes flickered between her and the ultrasound picture in his trembling hands. She wanted him to say something – his silence was making her anxious, and she only had the smile on his face as reassurance. He wanted kids too, she knew he did; they'd talked about it before getting married – but that didn't stop her from panicking a bit at his reaction.

She was about to ask what he was thinking when he reached out and pulled her chair closer to his in one easy and swift motion. There wasn't even time to react before his arms were wrapped around her and his head dropped onto her shoulder. "We're having a baby" he whispered, more to himself than to her, a laugh bubbling up in his throat. Musa's heart unclenched at the sheer joy in his voice, and she felt her entire body relax into his arms.

"Yeah, we're having a baby."