A/N: Warning for Shayera's potty mouth.

John had done it this time. Well it was an honest mistake and a rather vicious mood swing put together. The poor Green Lantern had inadvertently called his pregnant wife fat. He didn't say the word fat but Shayera had implied the meaning from what he had said. To say the least he was in the doghouse now. She had refused to talk to him the entire day, besides the few choice words she had graced him with earlier, and shot him death glares whenever she could. John found out just how pissed she still was when he tried to go to bed that night.

John slowly opened the door to the bedroom and peeked inside. There she was his angelic, though incredibly temperamental, little pregnant demon. He closed the door and crept across the room before slowly sliding in beside his wife. As he began to wrap his arm around her, he received an incredibly powerful blow to the side of his head.

"What was that for?" He asked the back of her head.

Shayera rolled over enough so she could effectively glare at him. "Out! Now! You're on the couch tonight." And that was the end of that. No room left for argument. John knew the pregnant Thanagarian was silently promising herself that there would be additional hell to pay later if he didn't listen.

"Shay...babe...sunshine..." Shayera wasn't having any of those lovely pet names and impatiently crossed her arms across her chest.

"I swear John, I don't have the energy to deal with you and your bullshit right now." She then muttered, "I swear...calling me fat...idiot!"

John took his pillow and the spare blanket that rested on the end of the bed and headed into the living room, quietly closing the bedroom door behind him. When he was a safe distance away he muttered, "I'd like to see her spend a night on that couch and see how she likes it." John knew he would never be able to kick Shayera out of the bedroom as she would literally kick his ass, pregnant or not. He would be powerless to do anything.

He let out a tired sigh as he frowned. Of all the things to comment on, he just had to pick her weight. He was just being truthful and honest. He didn't mean to insult her in anyway. He certainly didn't think she would take it this far.

Shayera was eating chocolate cake topped off with chocolate icing and chocolate sprinkles. She had pleaded with John earlier to get it for her.

John just watched her in amazement. That was the tenth time she had cake this week...

This abnormal indulgence was due to Shayera's recent craving during pregnancy: chocolate cake. Whenever her cravings acted up she would literally beg and plead with John to get whatever she wanted, which was currently that cake. Of course, John would at first say no and then briefly lecture her on how unhealthy her cake consumption was. But it was futile as Shayera would usually respond with her pleading puppy dog eyes; John could never resist her puppy dog eyes.

The routine was getting annoying and he was really sick of cake at this point. John was just stunned at how she could eat it all, not thinking of her faster acting metabolism. But his slip of the mind caused him to have a slip of the tongue.

"If you keep this up Shay, you're gonna gain a lot more weight than you already have."

Silence...

This statement caused Shayera to drop her fork; it landed on the kitchen counter with a CLANG. She stared at her husband with very, very wide eyes. A dark atmosphere was steadily growing around her...

"Did you...did you just call me fat?" she slowly asked as her eyes started to narrow, waiting for his reply. And it had better be good for his sake.

Realizing what had just come out of his mouth, he scratched the back of his head, trying to desperately think of something to say.

With no reply coming from the Green Lantern, Shayera's eyes grew thinner as she stood and began marching over to him.

"Speak up you fucking jackass! You did call me fat, didn't you?" she loomed over her husband's ever shrinking form.

"I...um...Shay I...I...didn't...uh...I didn't mean...um...listen I um..." his babbling did not help to calm her. It just seemed to irritate her further.

"Bastard! You said I'll get even fatter which is suggesting that I'm already fat!" she was now up in his face, roughly jabbing her finger into his shoulder.

"I didn't, I swear! I was...complimenting your fast metabolism and your ability to eat all that food without gaining a lot of weight. I was just saying how great it is that you're not fat!"

"Bullshit!" she shouted as she then threw a punch towards him.

After about an hour, thinking she may of had enough time to cool off, he followed the familiar path to their bedroom and took a moment to strengthen his nerves before knocking on the door. When he predictably didn't receive a reply, he pressed his ear against the door only to hear the sounds of the television from inside the room.

"Shay? I'm really, really sorry," he said helplessly, yet still received no answer. "Come on, open the door. Please?"

This time her voice shouted back, "Go away asshole!" Not exactly the reply he was looking or hoping for.

"I know I'm a stupid, big-mouthed, insensitive ass. Please forgive me! I'm on my knees here..." Being on his knees was a little white lie but she'd never know.

Though, once again, it seemed like she would not reply.

Then the sound of a click suddenly broke the silence. John's heart skipped a beat as he scrambled down on his knees. There was no way he was going to be caught in a lie with her hormones going wild at the moment.

The doorknob slowly turned, the door creaking open. Her emerald eyes cautiously peered around the edge.

"Shayera, I-"

A pillow collided with his face.

It was past midnight and the temperature had dropped below the norm for the March night in Detroit. John shivered and hugged himself tighter, rubbing at his upper arms to keep his blood flowing. The flimsy sheet he'd grabbed from the bed was no help. He fidgeted, trying to get comfortable but the couch was hard. No matter which position he tried, he couldn't get comfortable. And of course, Shayera had assaulted him with the lumpiest of their pillows.

There was no point, he'd be getting no sleep tonight. John threw off the thin blanket and sat up. At a loss of what to do, he stood and paced over to the kitchen, then back to the living room, before he wandered over to the bedroom door.

He leaned his ear against the door, hoping for some indication that the Thanagarian might still be awake and calm enough to take some pity on him so that he could sleep in the bed tonight.

Nothing...

John's shoulder drooped as he sighed in defeat. With nowhere else to go, he retreated back to the couch. He laid down, folding his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling above.

She couldn't stay mad at him forever...could she?