One more Krista & Rizzo before the baby comes, I think. This onewas inspired by my best friend's husband back in Michigan—he was the sweetest man while my friend was pregnant, and one of the stories she was telling me today triggered visions of our Teddy Bear and his very pregnant Snowflake. This one's all fluff and kind of short, but I thought you might enjoy it…

Krista was sitting—as best she could at eight months pregnant—behind the teacher's desk finishing up the note she was leaving for the regular teacher when Rizzo walked into the room.

"Hey Snowflake," he said, walking over to her and kissing her gently. He then bent down and kissed her abdomen. "Hi sweetie."

She smiled, running her fingers through his hair.

"How's the littlest Eruzione doing?" he asked straightening up.

Krista rubbed her belly without even realizing it. "She's been kind of quiet today, actually. I don't think she likes geometry very much."

Rizzo laughed and caressed his child. "I never did, either." He kissed Krista again. "And how are you doing?"

She sighed, more heavily than she had intended. "Tired," she told him. She was always tired now.

"How 'bout we head home and you let me take care of you?"

"Okay…I'm almost finished here." She completed the note and stacked some papers into piles while he straightened the rows of the desks. After a few minutes they were out the door and in the car.

When they arrived home, he helped her out of the car and noticed the grimace on her face as she stood up. "Feet bothering you?" he asked.

She nodded. "They're pretty swollen today." The next thing she knew he was scooping her up in his arms and carrying her up the stairs to their apartment. "What are you doing?" she laughed.

"You're not walking up all those stairs," he smiled.

"Honey, you're going to hurt yourself—I'm the size of a house!"

He only laughed. "Light as a feather," he told her.

He carried her all the way up to their second floor apartment, unlocked the door, and brought her in to their bedroom.

"Wait," she told him as he moved to lay her on the bed. "I want to change my clothes first."

He carefully placed her feet on the floor and helped her off with her school clothes, slowly kissing her shoulder, running his hands down her back and hips and over her belly.

"Mmmmm," she closed her eyes and leaned back against him. "How do you always know exactly what to do to make me feel better?"

He grinned and kissed the nape of her neck. "I just can't help myself," he said. "My beautiful wife wants me to help her take her clothes off…"

She sighed. "I wish I had more energy…"

He kissed her ear, then her cheek. "It's okay," he said. "We'll do whatever you want to do tonight."

She sighed again, but smiled at how understanding he was. "What I want to do and what I can do are two different things."

He grinned and helped her into her favorite nightgown. "Hungry?" he asked when she was resting comfortably in bed.

"A little."

"Anything sound good?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Lucky Charms…"

"What is it with you and that cereal?" She had been craving it for the last six weeks.

"I like the leprechaun on the box," she grinned. "It reminds me of Neal in his North Stars uniform."

Rizzo grinned, too, as he went to get bowls and spoons, thinking of how his former teammate would have laughed at that remark.

He returned with bowls, spoons, a box of cereal, and a carton of milk. "Breakfast in bed," he told her.

"On a Friday evening," she replied, smiling happily.

They cuddled up together and polished off the box of cereal, then Rizzo took everything back out to the kitchen. When he returned, he took a seat at the end of the bed, taking her feet in his strong hands.

"A foot rub, too?"

"Of course," he told her. "You've been on your feet all day, and I know how achy they get."

He worked on her feet for the better part of an hour, watching the tension in her face slowly melt away.

"I have the best husband," she smiled.

He found a spot next to her and stretched out on the bed, drawing her close to him. "It's easy to be a good husband when I'm married to the love of my life," he said, smiling his old shy smile.

Krista took his hand and placed it on the baby. "She's moving again."

His face lit up, as it always did when he felt his child. "She's moving a lot."

"Caitlin is daddy's little girl already." Krista smiled softly, watching him. "She only moves this much when you're around."

"Our little Caity-bear," he said tenderly.

She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. "It's eight o'clock…"

Rizzo kissed his wife's abdomen, climbing off the bed. "I'll get the book…" When he returned, he was carrying Goodnight Moon in one hand and in the other the teddy bear he had brought home the day they found out about the pregnancy. He crawled back onto the bed and got comfortable, resting his head in Krista's lap.

"Goodnight moon…" he began, holding the teddy bear. Krista played with his hair, the soft smile still on her lips as she listened to her husband read to their daughter.