A/N: Drakgo slice-of-life fluff, because... Well, is there a reason not to have Drakgo fluff? Thanks to GoForDrakgo for help with the story starter idea! There is a point-of-view switch halfway through.
For Leena.
Happy...
Drakken took a step back from the stove as he was unable to stifle a massive yawn. He blinked a few times to focus himself as he quickly returned to the crepe batter cooking in the large pan in front of him. He grinned at the scent that was rapidly filling the small kitchen.
"Mother's secret recipe..." he said in sing-song to himself as the crepe finished and he quickly slid it out onto the waiting plate. He filled the crepe with the macerated strawberries he had already prepared, and after folding the crepe topped it in a light sprinkle of powdered sugar and a generous dollop of vanilla bean whipped cream.
He paused a moment to take a long drink of his coffee, and then he added a large link of chicken apple sausage to the plate. He set the plate and Shego's latte on the waiting tray, smiling down at the heart he had made in the milk foam inside the cup.
"And the finishing touch..." he murmured happily as he took off his apron and tossed it back on the hook. His vine slid out from his t-shirt collar on command and produced a large-bloomed pink flower. He plucked it gently and placed it in the ready vase on the tray, and then carefully began the trek back to the bedroom.
A glance at the clock on the wall told him it was just before seven. It was the perfect time to wake Shego for breakfast on their special day. And it was all the more appropriate that they were currently residing in the Caribbean lair for such an occasion.
The bedroom door slid open automatically when he approached it.
"Oh Dumpling," he sang out softly as he stepped inside, "happy anniver—"
He paused and looked around the room, blinking. There was no Shego. He crossed the moat and set the tray on the bed, but when he turned toward the bathroom he paused and furrowed his brow. The door was open, and the interior beyond was dark. He stepped over and looked inside to be sure she wasn't there, and then turned back to survey the bedroom again, scratching his head in confusion.
He wondered where else she could be, and why... He carried the tray back to the kitchen as he thought back to when he had snuck out of bed in the dark hours before dawn. It suddenly occurred to him...he hadn't seen her then either.
He left the tray in the kitchen and began searching the lair, picking up a cordless phone extension as he passed through the living room and found it darkened. He had barely reached the lab before he began dialing her number.
He stood in the open lab doorway, everything within the room still and silent, making the ringing of the phone at his ear seem all the louder. After five rings, it went to her voicemail.
"Shego, I...it's about seven in the morning on Sunday and I'm just wondering where you are. Ignore this message if I've just missed seeing you in the lair somehow."
He hung up and turned back toward the kitchen... Where could she have gone? And why? And why without telling him? That last one was especially concerning, considering—
A noise far across the lair caught his attention, and he hurried in the direction of the sound. He was sure it was the sound of the beach door closing. Perhaps Shego had just been out for a walk?
He turned the corner into the kitchen at the same time Shego jogged around the opposite corner. She stopped short with a gasp, clutching a large plastic grocery bag to her chest in the process.
"Oh!" she said, noticeably startled. Drakken took in her flushed face and the thin sheen of sweat across her brow. She wasn't dressed for a morning walk, but in her green and black suit. "You're up early."
Drakken looked at her in confusion. "Where were you?"
She glanced down at the bag in her hands, and then briefly away before bringing her eyes back to his.
"Getting watermelon?" she said and offered a grin.
He recognized it instantly as a very thin excuse, and he knew that she knew that he knew that. She sighed before he could speak and set her bag on the counter and then leaned over, revealing her shortness of breath for the first time.
"What is it? Did something happen? When did you go out?" Drakken said in a rush, moving to her side and looking her over carefully.
"This was supposed to be a surprise..." she said as she caught her breath, "for our villain anniversary."
Drakken's brow rose.
"But it took a lot longer to get than I thought, and...I wanted to get back in time to wrap it before you got up."
Drakken stared at the nondescript grocery bag that held a fairly large item, his curiosity suddenly aroused.
"You remembered," he said a bit distractedly, grinning nonetheless as he stared at the bag.
Shego reached up and lightly pushed his shoulder. "How could I forget the day we started working together? It was the start of the rest of my life."
Drakken grinned at her affectionately, and then remembered the breakfast tray.
"Oh, I...made you breakfast in bed," he said, pushing the tray toward her. His smile fell slightly when he saw that the perfect foam of the latte had collapsed, though the heart was still visible.
Shego straightened up and smiled. "Thanks."
They grinned at each other happily for a moment before Drakken's eyes fell back to the bag. "Ah...can I...?"
"Go ahead," Shego said, pulling the tray toward her and then cutting into the crepe with a fork.
Drakken opened up the bag and pulled out a very large and heavy plain black cube. His eyes lit up and he almost dropped the object as he leaned over the counter.
"Shego! Is this the neon transformer for the EMP jammer?"
Shego grinned and nodded as she took a bite of the crepe.
"Mmmm!" she hummed in surprise as she chewed the bite. "Is there vanilla in the whipped cream?"
Drakken was turning the transformer over in his hands, a mixture of delight and anticipation on his face.
"Hn? Oh, yes," he said, smiling at her briefly before looking back at the heavy cube. The last component for his EMP jammer... To destroy all electronic devices, and force the world to bow to him...
"Happy villain anniversary."
Drakken looked up as Shego licked some whipped cream from her fork, leaning forward on the counter and smiling in contentment. He set the transformer down and reached across the space between them to gently squeeze her shoulder.
"Happy villain anniversary," he echoed. "I can install this later this afternoon... Oh, it would be perfect if we can take over the world today! Then we can have a double anniversary!"
Shego continued eating the breakfast he'd prepared, grinning at him all the while as he rehashed the plan. He began pacing a small line in front of the counter as he rambled about the toppling of world governments through the sudden destruction of all computers, all cellular phones, all pagers, and anything else electronic that would be caught in the wake of his massive EMP jammer. He was delighted by how Shego's eyes never left his as he talked and she ate. The way her eyes sparkled as he described their takeover entranced him to the point of distraction. He stopped pacing and his words stilled as he found all he could do was smile at her.
A sound from the monitor on the counter drew both of their attention, and they looked at each other with a new focus. Drakken cleared his throat.
"I can take her while you finish breakfast," he suggested.
"Mmm. I want to shower too. And I'm going to need a nap, I got out of here pretty early."
Drakken grinned.
Shego had dressed in comfortable sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt after her shower and was watching Drakken thoughtfully as she took her hair down from where she'd pinned it up to keep from getting wet. Drakken was pacing next to the bed, holding their infant daughter who had stopped wailing but was making sounds of discomfort even as Drakken rubbed her back.
"I think she might fall asleep again..." he said, a slightly worried look on his face. Shego couldn't help but grin. He always appeared worried at the slightest hint of unhappiness from their tiny child. If she wasn't there to constantly assure him that all was well, he would probably worry himself to a point of madness.
"That's her hungry sound," Shego informed him calmly as she crossed the moat.
"It is?" Drakken asked, craning his neck to look at the baby's face.
"Mhm. You'll learn them eventually. Let me... Hm."
Shego considered a moment and then after shrugging just pulled her t-shirt off. She was tempted to throw the shirt at Drakken as a familiar fire suddenly rose in his eyes and a growl sounded from deep in his chest.
"Don't start. She's hungry."
Drakken's eyes returned to her face, and he met her in front of the bed to pass the baby to her. Shego started to sit down, but Drakken raised a hand.
"Wait," he said, and Shego turned and watched as he piled pillows against the headboard and then sat down against them. "Come here."
He spread his legs apart and patted the mattress between them. Shego lifted a single eyebrow as she gave him a thoughtful smile, and then moved to join him on the bed. She sat carefully between his legs and then leaned her back up against his chest. She started to position the baby to feed when Drakken's hand was suddenly on her stomach and sliding upward.
Shego turned her head to give him a look of reprimand, but it died at the playful look in his eyes.
"These are working breasts," she managed to say, barely keeping a straight face as she turned her attention back to the baby.
"I can't help it," Drakken said, though he kept his hand over her stomach and slowly felt back and forth across her middle. "Your skin is like...like rose petals."
Shego bit the inside of her cheek to keep her grin from getting too broad, and then moved all of her hair over one shoulder to cover her on the side the baby wasn't eating on. She carefully adjusted her hold on the baby and settled more comfortably against Drakken. A moment later, his arms moved under hers to cradle the baby along with her.
She turned her head to glance at him again, and their eyes met in a brief moment of shared wonder before they both looked down at their daughter again.
"She has your nose," Shego said after a moment.
"I wanted her to have your nose," Drakken sighed, "but...the Lipsky genes are strong."
"Sure are," Shego grinned. "I think she'll be taller than me someday. She'll have more of your build."
"You think so?"
"Yes. Look at how strong her shoulders are."
Drakken's jaw twitched. "I can't see them under those...watermelon pajamas."
Shego smirked and spoke her next words with exaggerated sweetness. "Aren't those just the cutest?"
"You hate me don't you."
Shego cackled softly, and Drakken fell silent. A moment later she moved her fingers apart slightly to allow his to mesh in between hers where they both cradled the baby's head gently.
"Never-mind her build. She has your eyes and mouth," Drakken said softly.
"Mhm. I think...her face is shaped like both of ours. A pretty balanced mix..."
Drakken leaned his head against Shego's as he sighed softly through his nose. Their daughter's eyes had been closed, but she opened them then and looked up at them. The deep blue orbs were curious as the baby looked up at her parents, as if to ask if they were talking about her. Shego almost looked up again as she heard Drakken's breath catch, but she was too full of joy seeing their daughter's eyes look back into hers.
"She's so beautiful..." Drakken breathed. "How did we do this..."
Shego smirked. "Don't tell me you forgot. We practice enough."
She felt Drakken's silent chuckles even as one of his hands moved to her waist and he gave her a gentle squeeze.
"Move my hair?" she asked, as she felt it was time to switch the baby to the other side. Drakken lifted her hair and waited until the baby had been repositioned, and then gently lay the dark mane down over her other shoulder.
The baby's eyes closed as she began suckling again. Drakken's arms circled beneath the baby as before, and his fingers lightly brushed back the thin, soft black hairs on her head. Then he shifted and cleared his throat with a mildly annoyed sound.
"I still can't believe...you almost tricked me into giving her a name that means watermelon."
Shego laughed, her frame shaking as she leaned her head back against Drakken's shoulder. She laughed all the more after looking up at his face and seeing his concerned expression.
"No..." Shego said as her laughter calmed down, her smile broadening, "if you hadn't figured it out I would have told you before you got attached to it."
"Really?" Drakken asked.
"Of course. I don't want our daughter to resent me forever because I named her after a pregnancy craving."
The way Drakken pursed his lips made her chuckle again, and after a moment Drakken shook his head and began snickering. He set his head against hers as they laughed together, and after a long minute Drakken moved his hand to her middle to give her another squeeze.
Shego grinned at him and then looked back to the baby. Her eyes were still closed and her suckling had grown less intentional.
"Is she asleep?" Drakken asked.
"On her way," Shego said, settling against Drakken's chest more comfortably.
He turned and placed a long, soft kiss high on her cheek, and then rested his head against hers. Shego closed her eyes and hummed in happiness.
"Happy villain anniversary," she said softly.
"Happy...beginning of forever," he replied.