A/N: Another fluff for fluff's sake, because why not!?

Future

Shego pressed her back harder into Drakken's chest as a fresh wave of nausea took her. His warmth and arms surrounding her were a blessed comfort, as much as his hands gently and methodically rubbing her pregnant belly, only large enough now to confirm for any wondering eyes that yes, she was pregnant and not just fat.

She had long since tired of complaining about the ill feelings and wondering why they plagued her so much. This time was no different from the last, in that sense. And while it worried her greatly, she knew she couldn't stay in that headspace. Drakken had forbidden it, in fact. She almost smirked at the thought. He had forbidden worrying, as if it was something he had any control over, but it was the motive that counted. She knew it was part of why they were where they were, right then.

It had become a routine, that when the morning sickness became nearly unbearable, he would sit up in the bed and lean against the headboard, and she would snuggle against his back between his legs. Then she was gifted with the gentle rubbing of her belly, his warmth, his scent... All comforts that sometimes did little to actually cut through the nausea, but always shut down any attempts her mind might make at worry. Because somehow...she had the most wonderful husband in the universe.

Sometimes the sickness would abate enough that she fell asleep in his arms, and she would wake up to the security of his warm embrace; it assured her even more. Sometimes he would fall asleep too, and other times she would wake to find him mentally plotting something, but still gently rubbing her belly as if it was the most important occupation he could attend to.

Yes, she had the most wonderful husband in the universe.

Suddenly she felt the slight purr of his chest as he began to hum, the melody unfamiliar to her as the sound almost absently left his lips. The song was slow, repetitive, and soothing. His hands rubbing her belly slowed to match the rhythm of the song.

She shifted where her face was nestled into his cheek, her hair catching on his lips before she reached up to brush it aside.

"What's that?" she asked softly.

"Hnn... Something my father used to sing to my mother," he answered, barely meeting her eyes. She wondered if he was plotting something.

"I don't know it," she said. His eyes finally focused to meet hers.

"I've...never actually listened to the song, but it might be called 'Surfer Girl.' My mother used to tease him that it...made no sense."

Shego thought for a moment. "Why haven't you listened to it?"

Drakken's eyes glazed over briefly. "It's one of my only memories of my father. I want to remember his voice."

Shego nodded with a thoughtful smile as she tilted her head back on his shoulder, and his humming resumed. She rested her arms atop his and laced her fingers between his as he continued rubbing her belly, and she simply listened to the soothing melody. It was almost like a lullaby, and yet not. After several minutes, Drakken let a few of the words softly escape his lips.

"Do you love me, do you, Surfer Girl..."

Shego smiled softly as she thought of their own child someday listening to their father sing... Perhaps their baby's first memories would be of his voice singing love songs around the lair, and her teasing him to stop. It was an amusing yet sweet parallel.

She tilted her head up to kiss his jaw, and he glanced at her with an adoring smile. Something about the look sent a desperate desire rushing through her, and after scarecely a moment of thought, she surprised him by turning around and straddling his legs, her taut belly pressing into his soft one. She set her hands on his shoulders as she kissed him, and he met the soft touch with equal tenderness.

When she pulled away there was an unmistakable question in his eyes: 'sex?' Ordinarily it would make her smirk or laugh, but due to her devastating morning sickness she couldn't treat the question flippantly. She'd lost track of how many weeks it had been since their last failed attempt that had ended with her bending over a bucket.

She was still worried about that. But her heart was making her body's decisions, and she answered his question with another warm and gentle kiss. She smiled as she could feel the excitement run through him at the sudden tensing of all his muscles, and her expression only broadened as his arms held her and then carefully lay her down, moving a pillow beneath her head and then setting her hair to the side where it hopefully wouldn't get tangled.

She set her hands over her churning stomach as she smiled at him, watching his excitement as he hastily disrobed. She knew he would treat her with the same tender care in this as he had done simply rubbing her belly.

"Keep singing that song," she said.

He hesitated but a moment as he was about to relieve her of her clothing, and then smiled and began singing gain.

Shego listened to the song and her imaginings alternated between how she pictured the past, and her hope for the future: a small child, looking up and listening to their father's strong voice, love and happiness being one of the first and strongest memories the child stored.

"Little surfer, little one..."

That thought of joy was a further help in alleviating the morning sickness. And the second Drakken was over her, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, her smile so broad and happy he almost faltered in the song. But the soft melody continued as she stared into his eyes adoringly.

The sickness was only a present worry, she knew, as difficult as it was... But the future... As Drakken stared back at her with nothing but love, she knew that their child's future held nothing to worry about.