It was a Friday morning and Duncan dragged himself into the kitchen and straight to the coffee machine turning it on. He then backtracked to turn the light on. As the room was bathed in artificial light Duncan jumped when he turned around and noticed Courtney slumped forward on the kitchen table.

"Jesus, how long have you been sitting there?" Duncan took in her appearance, realizing that she was already dressed to go to work as she checked her watch.

"Just since six," Courtney sighed. "I've had to pee like every three minutes, so there was no point in trying to go back to sleep."

"I didn't even hear you get up."

"Well you sleep like you're dead so that's not surprising. Did you sleep through your alarm? I thought you were supposed to get up a half an hour ago."

"I was, if I speed to work I won't be late, so I've got to peace out. Have a good day baby, make sure to eat."

"Please I'm not five Duncan, I think I know how to take care of myself."

"Yeah, well now you're eating for two."

Courtney rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair, attempting to straighten it out. She walked up to Duncan, deciding to just end the conversation for fear of it turning into an argument.

"Have a good day, sweetie. Oh and I'm going to call and set up my first doctor's appointment, so we can both go. Drive carefully."

Accepting her kiss eagerly Duncan turned to leave.

"I'll try. You have a good day too. Hopefully I'll be home on time tonight, ya know, and not have to stay late."

"I understand regardless. Good-luck! Now go, there are troubled kids who need your guidance."

"Oh yeah I'm sure they're all looking forward to seeing their counselor. Thank God it's Friday," Duncan muttered before walking out the door to begin his day.

Around 6 o' clock that night Duncan practically skipped through the front door. His boss, noticing Duncan's obvious bad day, took pity on him and let him go home early, but expected him to have his game face on when Monday came around.

Upon entering the house Duncan noticed that it looked remarkably cleaner than it had when he had left that morning. Actually it looked spotless. The carpets were vacuumed, the windows were streak free, and he couldn't see any dust anywhere. When he walked into the kitchen he had to suppress his immediate urge to laugh. The top half of Courtney's body was inside the oven, while her bottom half hung out and she was singing along to the Backstreet Boys "I Want It That Way" that was blasting from the kitchens CD-Player.

"Tell me why I never want to hear you say, I want it that way…"

Duncan hit the off button and smirked when he heard Courtney's gasp from inside the oven followed by a muffled, "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to discover your secret love for boy bands. Should I be jealous?"

By now Courtney had removed herself from the oven and her cleaning and was standing at the kitchen sink washing her hands.

"You should because if Nick Carter walked through the door, promising to take me to the Caribbean I'd go with him without hesitation."

Wrapping his arms around her waist Duncan responded coolly. "No problem, he's in a boy band I'm pretty sure I could kick his ass. Have you been cleaning the house?"

"Since I got home from school," Courtney nodded. "I've been meaning to do it forever, but just haven't had the time. Figured I'd get a jump start on it now."

"Well I hope you got your fill today because that is the last of it you'll be doing for the next nine months."

Incredulous, Courtney turned around in Duncan's embrace.

"Excuse me?"

"Princess you can't be doing housework, we don't want to endanger the safety of the baby in any way."

Pulling completely out of his grasp Courtney crossed her arms over her chest and glared.

"Don't you 'Princess' me! Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean you can control me! Who do you think you are?"

"I'm your husband and I'm doing what I think is best for you!"

"No you're not; you just don't want me to screw our family up again."

"Oh yeah because it's always all about you."

"Forget this; I don't need to take this from you. Make your own dinner, as seeing I'm no longer allowed!"

Storming past him Courtney ran into their bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind her. Duncan sighed, collapsing into a chair and covering his face with his hands.

"What the hell just happened?"

Hours later Courtney emerged from the bedroom, eyes bloodshot, looking drained and haggard. She quietly walked to the living room and took a seat next to Duncan who was listlessly staring at the television.

"About…that," Courtney began. "I think I might owe you an apology. Although I still don't agree with your implication, I could've reacted better."

Duncan didn't answer, just continued to stare; Courtney sighed, he was pouting.

"Honey, please look at me." Duncan's eyes flickered over to look at her, but no other part of his body followed the movement.

"You have to understand what your suggestion made me feel like. Like now I'm completely invalid. For God's sake, I'm not even showing yet! Do you understand? I'm not made of glass and I'm not going to break."

"I know," Duncan mumbled.

Courtney was just happy to get some kind of response out of him.

"It's just that I worry about you. The last," Duncan paused, sucking in a deep breath, "miscarriage nearly took you away from me. I'm supposed to be able to take care of you and I couldn't and I was so scared. I know I couldn't survive without you."

He turned to her, taking her hands in his.

"I love you princess and I'm sorry I was being a Neanderthal. I'll try to keep it in check."

"At least we both know where the other is coming from now, huh?"

The two sat in silence for awhile a little unsure of where to go from here. Smirking slightly Duncan turned to Courtney, pulling her into him.

"I guess we just got a small taste of your mood swings. That was a big leap from Backstreet Boys to slamming doors." Courtney blushed.

"I actually knocked the mirror off the wall, so we're going to have to get another one."

"Fantastic."

"It could've been worse," Courtney explained. "Be thankful I didn't take my golf clubs to your laptop."

A/N: Did I date myself with the Backstreet Boys reference? LOL