A/N: I hadn't planned to write/publish this one for a long time, but my hand has been forced by the following chapter (coming today!) which requires that you've read this one first. Ah well. I'm sure my chronology will fall out of sync again, but for this one instance, it's gonna be good!

Have a hint of mystery, fluff, and humor.

The Ban

"Did you pack her diaper cream?"

"Yes, Mother," Drakken answered.

"What about shampoo?" Mrs. Lipsky asked, turning back to face her son.

"Yes, Mother," Drakken replied with less patience, gently pressing on his mother's shoulders to keep her walking.

"Infant nail clippers?"

"Yes, Mother," Drakken said through a forced smile. "We probably packed too much. Now run along, I don't like her sitting alone in the car seat."

Drakken followed his mother out to her car outside their current residence, where he had buckled his daughter into the car seat less than a minute prior. He had been dismayed when turning to hug his mother goodbye to find she'd returned to the house to 'make sure everything was packed.'

"Drew, what about—"

"Mother! Please, I would like to get back to Shego. We've done this before."

"Last time you didn't pack enough diapers," his mother accused.

"Last time, Abby was younger, and that's why we keep a supply of diapers at your house now," Drakken said through a forced smile again, ushering his mother into the car.

"Drew, if I get all the way home and something is missing—"

"It's only three days!" he cried.

"Drew—"

Drakken closed the door on his mother's words to her red-faced affront, but he barely took the time to wave in apology before turning and hurrying back to the house. He quickly took the familiar turns to their bedroom, where he paused to take a breath and carefully opened the door.

"Shego?" he asked, peering into the darkened room.

Shego lifted her head and peered at him from where she lay curled on the bed.

"Is she gone?"

"Yes," he answered quietly, coming into the room. He stepped around the bed as Shego lay her head down again, her eyes falling half-closed.

"How was Abby?"

"She was still asleep when I buckled her into the car seat."

Shego hummed in response. Drakken sat at the edge of the bed and gently rubbed her calf, watching her tense expression worriedly.

"Did you pack the first aid kit?" Shego asked suddenly.

Drakken couldn't help but chuckle. "You're as bad as Mother."

Shego's eyes were suddenly open and flashing with accusation in his direction.

"Ah, ah, I mean...uhm...sorry," he quickly settled on, moving closer and rubbing her hip.

She rolled her eyes and sneered at him before she winced in pain, curling up a bit tighter. Drakken watched her for a moment as she let go the remark and closed her eyes, focusing on measuring her breaths.

"You're...not feeling any better?" Drakken asked through a sigh.

"No."

He sighed again. "Well...your appointment is in the morning. Do you feel like eating today?"

Shego opened her eyes again and shook her head against the pillow. "No... I don't understand it. The last time I felt this sick was when I was—"

She stopped and her eyes widened. Drakken's mirrored hers as understanding struck, and his jaw slackened as she pushed herself upright, their gazes locked.

"Do you think...?" Drakken breathed.

In unison, elated smiles filled their faces, and they grabbed each other in a tight hug. Drakken felt Shego's chest heaving as her breaths quickened with excitement. He knew his were a match to hers. He kissed her soundly before pulling back with a small laugh of delight as their eyes met again.

"I still have a couple of pregnancy tests," Shego said, her voice a bit thin as tears started filling her eyes.

Drakken laughed again as he stared happily into her eyes, rubbing her back all the while. And then, something occurred to him.

Shego's face fell into alarm. "What? What's wrong?"

Drakken took a deep breath.

"Drakken, what?" she said anxiously.

He looked at her seriously.

"Shego... No watermelon!"