A/N: Here, have a silly little nothing!
Drakken heard an agonizingly familiar scraping sound as he approached the kitchen—like Styrofoam being carved apart underwater.
He took a breath and lifted his eyes skyward as if in prayer, though his mind was completely blank from that moment until he rounded the corner into the kitchen, where he stopped short.
Atop the counter were two whole watermelons, and a third cut in half. One half had already been completely eaten and only the moist rind remained. Shego stood before the counter making quick work of the other half. He watched his pregnant wife dig a large spoon into the porous flesh of the melon and then bring the large red bite up to her lips. As she chewed she began digging her spoon back in for another bite.
As if she could detect his presence, she suddenly looked up and paused briefly in her chewing as her eyes met his. Drakken watched her push the bite of melon into her cheek so she could talk.
"What?" she asked with a raised brow before continuing her chewing and bringing the next bite to her lips before even finishing the former.
Drakken sighed, shook his head, and left the kitchen.