"Hello again kiddies," Dr. McGuire greeted as she entered the room

Courtney was in her twentieth week, or fifth month, and was now showing. When she first began showing Duncan had become obsessed with touching her stomach, regardless of what she was doing. He seemed to do it mostly while they were sleeping or trying to get to sleep. He would gently rest his hand on her bulging stomach in a protective manner. Courtney never thought Duncan could be so sweet or that he was such a softie deep down.

"How're you feeling Courtney? Still good I hope."

"Mmhmm. No complaints."

"Good to hear. Why don't you go ahead and lie down, I'll try to get you two out of here as quick as I can. I'm sure you have lots of better things to do then be here."

Buttons were pushed, the baby's heartbeat was heard, and everything seemed to be progressing well. The ultrasound machine's screen was facing Dr. McGuire and she was clucking her tongue, making the couple nervous.

"So, today is a big day. Would you like to know the sex of your baby?"

Courtney threw a look at Duncan giving him the okay to divulge their answer.

"Well we've talked about it, a lot, and we've gone over all of the pros and cons and we've decided that we want it to be a surprise."

"Oh, nice choice, it's one that not many people choose anymore, but it's my favorite."

The couple grinned and began to gather all of their belongings.

"Aside from that, everything looks great. Keep up the light exercise and I'll see you in another month."

"Breathe in, 1, 2, 3. Breathe out 1, 2, 3."

Courtney sat in front of the television carefully following the instructions of the DVD yoga teacher, a bottle of water and light weights were sitting next to her. She had taken Dr. McGuire's advice and began to do light exercising and she had to admit she had never felt better. With her hormones leveled off she was finally getting a decent amount of sleep and with that she got a renewed energy.

Duncan watched her from the kitchen doorway and couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. Courtney had been so cute recently with the whole exercise routine she had devised for herself. Although a former CIT, she was not the most athletically gifted person Duncan had ever laid eyes on and watching her go through the motions just made him laugh.

"Seriously, you just standing there staring at me is really creepy."

"What I can't stare at my wife anymore? Then why are we married?"

"Ha ha. Why don't you come over and try this with me?"

"No."

"It'll be fun," Courtney practically whined.

"No, it won't. It's just gonna make me look stupid."

"Who do you think is going to be judging you? I'm the only one here!"

"Ugh, fine."

Duncan crossed the threshold and took a seat next to Courtney on the floor.

"Are you gonna share your mat with me?"

"You are such a baby sometimes."

Courtney moved off her mat to turn it sideways so that she could share it with her husband.

"So what do I have to do?"

"You just follow the woman on the screen."

"Oh this is gonna be fun. We know how good I am at listening to any kind of authority figure," Duncan grumbled.

The pair went through several minutes of yoga, Courtney concentrating on her breathing, Duncan attempting to look cool while simultaneously struggling to be remotely flexible.

"Who the hell comes up with the names of these moves? Downward dog, cobra; they're so ridiculous."

"They are a little strange, but I've just come to accept them. Or maybe I just ignore them," Courtney explained. "Oh, this next part combines yoga with Pilates, so can you get the Pilates ball. I've got to go pee real fast."

"Thanks for the update."

Courtney stood up and made her way towards the bedroom. Instead of veering off to the bathroom she went to the dresser and began rummaging through it until she found what she was looking for. She then exited the bedroom and half hid in the hallway waiting for the most opportune moment; she didn't have to wait long.

Duncan was sitting next to the Pilates ball intently watching the television. He hesitantly stood up and sat on the ball, like the woman on the DVD. Following the instructions, he grabbed the handles and began to pull them in different directions. Up towards the ceiling, out in front of his chest, out to the sides, and repeat.

He then let go of the handles and lay on his stomach on the ball. He rolled forward so that he was balancing on the ball with his feet and supporting the rest of his body with his hands on the floor. He looked like he was doing some messed up pushup.

Courtney took the opportunity to come out of hiding and made her way towards him. Before Duncan could even process that she was next to him, Courtney had put her plan into action and snapped several pictures. The flash caused him to falter and then collapse on the floor, the Pilates ball slipping out from under him.

"Ah, what the hell Court?"

"I'm sorry I just couldn't resist," Courtney cackled.

Duncan stood up and brushed himself off, stalking over to her.

"Give me the camera," Duncan demanded, adding a menacing edge to his voice.

"Not on your life," Courtney whispered as he got close enough to wrap his arms around her.

"Can we at least agree to not show those pictures to anyone?"

"Sure, but they are great for blackmail. Keep these pictures in mind when you want to do something stupid."

Duncan groaned.

"Looks like I've got you locked up for the rest of your life," Courtney joked.

"Well there's no one else I'd rather spend a life sentence with."

"Awe, baby, you know just what a girl wants to hear."