A/N: The watermelon saga continues. Romantic fluff!

Speed-written and unedited; please forgive any mistakes. I'll fix them later.

Perfect

Drakken was still patting his face dry after shaving when he emerged from the bathroom. A sound somewhere between a whine and a growl brought his eyes immediately to the bed where Shego sat up leaning against the headboard. Her head was tilted to the side as she brushed her long hair—or at least, attempted to.

Her brush had clearly hit a tangle and her teeth were bared as she adjusted the position of her brush and tried again. The result was the same.

Drakken opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Shego's hairbrush became engulfed in green flames and was then thrown powerfully against the red, stone wall. It bounced off and fell into the moat, where steam rose in a hiss as the flames were doused.

Drakken pursed his lips. "Was that my brush?" he asked, his tone soft and slightly injured.

Shego's own lips were pursed, but not in anger when he looked to her. She nodded to the affirmative, but then she brought her hands to her face in a way that Drakken was sadly seeing more and more often as she tried to hide her tears. He hurried to her side.

"Shego?"

"I... I don't like being pregnant," she said, her fingers curling into fists on her cheeks so he could see her red-rimmed eyes.

Drakken bit his cheek and frowned. He knew she'd wanted to say 'hate'.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean, what's wrong?" Shego said, her fists pressing into the mattress so she could lean forward slightly as she glared at him. "I can't even brush my hair!"

Drakken looked to where her raven locks, still damp from her shower the night before, were draped over her almost nine-month baby bump. He thought she looked radiant. She of course, had other words for it.

The tears on her face and the steaming evidence of his ruined hairbrush in the moat directed his course of action. He knelt at her side and wrapped his arms around her. She gripped one of his arms tightly with her hands and cried into his shoulder. He let her go on for several minutes while he kissed her head and bit down on all of the platitudes he wanted to say to reassure her that it would all be worth it; he knew she didn't want to hear them.

When her cries stilled and her grip became less desperate, he slowly released her.

"Would you like some watermelon?" he asked, leaning back just enough to look at her.

She pursed her lips in defiance, but then gave in and nodded.

"Okay. I'll be right back."

Drakken left Shego sitting on the bed, her pajamas and the bed sheets still twisted and making her that much more uncomfortable. She tossed the sheets back and went about trying to straighten her pajama pants—a task made unusually difficult due to the fact that just sitting up on her own was now a challenge. Her abdominal muscles weren't at her command the way they had always been. And her back hurt immensely from the effort to compensate.

By the time she'd gotten her clothing mostly straightened out, Drakken had returned with a dish of watermelon. He held it out for her to take, and once she had he stepped away to the vanity. Shego took stock of herself again, barely sitting upright with her legs spread and knees bent to help give her some balance, pajamas a bit twisted and her hair a slightly-damp rat's nest over one shoulder.

She was a mess.

She felt tears coming to her eyes again when suddenly, Drakken appeared next to her holding up her hair brush.

"I can brush your hair while you eat," he offered softly.

Shego bit the inside of her cheek to keep her tears at bay as she nodded. She felt the slight dip of the mattress as Drakken attempted to crawl behind her. With effort she scooted forward to give him more space, and after a few seconds his pajama clad bent knees appeared on either side of her hips.

She felt the warm, familiar fingers at the back of her neck as Drakken parted her hair, attempting to take a small section of it unlike the way she had attacked all of it at once in her frustration. She held up the bowl of watermelon and stabbed one of the chunks with her fork and quickly brought it to her lips. The fruit was fresh and sweet.

Drakken finally got about two inches worth of hair free and draped it down over his knee. Shego watched as he started down at the ends as she'd taught him, slowly pulling the brush through to mind the tangles. She ate another bite of watermelon, fascinated by how different it felt just to have different hands pulling at her tresses. It was almost as if her hair suddenly had feeling itself, and Drakken's touch was gentle and soothing.

She couldn't help the relaxed sigh that came through her nose as he set the brush down and his fingers methodically worked on one of the tangles.

"You were never this patient with any of your inventions," she commented quietly, eating another bite.

Drakken didn't answer, but somehow, she knew he was smirking behind her.

"You're more important," was what he wanted to say, she knew. And she knew because he had said it before, so many times. And she always teased him for it, so he had stopped and taken to just smiling instead. A smile bloomed on her own face.

"If you had been this patient before, we could have taken over the world in year one," she taunted him before stabbing two watermelon chunks with her fork and placing them in her mouth.

A feeling of light slowly overcame her. She knew he was smiling as much as she was. His hands freed the tangle he'd been working on, and then he brought his hands back to her neck and his fingers felt along her scalp until he had parted all of her hair in the middle. As soon as the tresses were spread over her shoulders, she leaned back against his chest.

A barely perceptible grunt left his throat as he took on her weight, but she turned her head and kissed his jaw before laying her cheek on his shoulder and pressing her face into his neck. He continued brushing her hair.

"Maybe if I hadn't had a lippy side-kick distracting me, I would have had more patience," Drakken finally answered. His voice was soft and held only mirth.

Shego chuckled and relaxed against him. She pushed the bowl of watermelon aside and rested her forearms over her swollen belly, choosing to just enjoy the gentle feel of his hands in her hair and the strength of his chest at her back.

Minutes passed, their breathing and the working of the hairbrush the only sounds in the room.

"Maybe..." Shego finally said with a contented sigh, "everything is perfect."

She tilted her head back again and watched Drakken purse his lips to try to keep his smile from bursting forth as broadly as she knew he wanted it to.

"...Everything?" he finally asked.

Shego moved her forearms and palms over her belly, tugging her shirt down a bit self-consciously as she did so. She hated being pregnant. But she knew it would all be worth it in the end. For the rest of their lives, it would be worth it.

"Yes," she said, pressing her face into his neck again.

"Mm, lean forward," Drakken said. Shego braced herself with her hands on the mattress and obliged. Drakken brought the parting of her hair back together and brought the brush up to her roots, slowly pulling through the length of her tresses. He had untangled her hair much faster than she ever had. She was impressed.

"Your hair is so soft..." he murmured, almost awed.

Shego closed her eyes and sighed, relishing in the feel of his fingers pulling through her hair after the brush. Finally, she felt him set the brush down and gently pull her hair all over one of her shoulders so the ends wouldn't get tangled due to how they sat.

Shego turned and with a hand on his cheek, gently drew his face to hers where their lips met in a soft kiss. Drakken slowly moved out from behind her and helped her lay down, pulling a pillow under her head before he lay down on his side next to her. She laced her fingers behind his head and gently pulled him down into another warm, gentle kiss. The backs of his fingers stroked the hair next to her face as his lips caressed hers, slow and deliberate in their touch.

One of Shego's hands fell back to the bed as she sighed in delight, while her other arm linked around Drakken's neck to keep him close.

"Mmmh..." Drakken hummed against her mouth, the sound akin to when he tasted a decadent dessert. But his kiss remained tender and chaste.

Shego couldn't help the breathless, delighted laugh that escaped her lips.

"Oh... Drakken..."