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Month 2

The cold gel caused her to unconsciously squeeze Steve's hand tightly, loosening her grip only when his other hand came to cover hers and trapping it between his own. Kono shot him a small sheepish smile, which he reciprocated with a hint of amusement from where he stood next to the hospital examination bed. She resisted the urge to snidely ask him what was so funny because this was only the second time that they were seeing their doctor and she didn't want her to write them off already.

Also, Dr Sasha Lang was speaking again, apologizing for the coldness of the gel and moving the wand over Kono's bare stomach, pushing away any other thoughts as their attention was drawn by the screen on ultrasound machine. The image was black, white and grey, and she was more than thankful that the nice doctor explained it all without any assumptions that the two of them would know what they were looking for.

"This right here is your baby," Dr Lang informed them when she froze the image on the screen and pointed to what it was they were looking at. Kono had to admit that without her help, she would have had no idea what to look for. But now she had seen it, it was rather easy to tell that it was indeed a baby. In a small, tiny, bean-shaped blob kind of way.

Neither one of them had anything to say in reply, but from the gentle smile that curved Steve's mouth and the way he pressed his lips to her knuckles once he felt her eyes on him, she knew that he was feeling the same as she was. Indescribable elation.

"And from this, I would estimate that you are about 6 weeks along," the doctor told them with a polite smile, removing the wand and clearing away the excess gel on Kono's stomach with a tissue.

"6 weeks," Steve repeated quietly, and Kono could tell from the way his brow furrowed that he was thinking back to try pinpoint the most likely day. A smirk pulled at her lips as she sat up, hitting him lightly in the chest with the back of the hand she had freed to allow her to move. She was glad that the doctor had already turned away with the equipment so that she missed the boyish look on his face, indicating that he had already come to his conclusion.

Kono sat at the edge of the bed once Dr Lang had gathered up her file and a printout of the ultrasound. "Baby Kalakaua, or...?" she trailed off, pen poised over the blank side of the image as she looked at the two of them in question.

"McGarrett," Kono quickly corrected her. She spotted the surprise on Steve's face out of the corner of her eyes. They hadn't spoken or even thought about names in the last week since they had initially found out about the pregnancy, but she had always known that if they had children, they would take his name. Regardless of the fact that she hadn't. "Baby McGarrett. Until we think of something better."

Dr Lang laughed as she scribbled down the temporary name onto the ultrasound and dating it before handing it over to them. She went over a few details, gave them an estimated due date, reassured them that everything was looking fine and when they next needed to see her before asking if they had any questions. Much to Kono's disappointment, Steve, who had been his usual quiet self throughout the appointment, beat her to it.

"There was something we wanted to ask you. Can she still surf?" he said, crossing his arms whilst shifting on his feet to stand up straighter in a way which Kono realised was his serious, and slightly intimidating, posture. She rolled her eyes at him and turned to the doctor.

"We've been arguing about it since we last saw you," she added, to which he glared at her subtly. "Disagreeing," Kono amended. It wasn't that important to her how it was classified; that was Steve's pet peeve. To her, all she wanted to know was whether she could get back up onto her board, because after a week, she was missing it like crazy.

Dr Lang smiled, and Kono realised that working in Hawaii, it must be a question she heard often. "Ah, of course. Do you surf regularly?"

"Everyday, if I can. I use to be on the pro circuit so it's like second nature to me," she answered with a nod.

"Then I see no reason not to," the doctor told them, much to Kono's joy. Although she had researched it on the internet, Steve had insisted on waiting until their appointment to get the word from the doctor's mouth instead. She was sure he was hoping that the answer would have been no, and the thin lipped frown on his face showed it. "Look, I know how it can be for first time parents, especially for the fathers. It's hard to understand and reason how something like surfing could be safe, but the baby is protected. As long as you don't take any direct hits to the abdominal area, everything will be fine."

The doctor's reassurance was enough for her, but a quick glance over at her husband and she knew that the sentiment was not mutual. If it was up to him, Kono had no doubt that she would be spending the next 8 odd months in the vicinity of their home. Or even restricted to the bed. It was a good thing that she was just as stubborn as him. It was the only way to survive a relationship with a SEAL who's use to being in charge.

Though his tone was stiff and his body language was clearly not happy, a look of concern had passed over his face with after exhaling deeply. "And if she falls, hitting the board on the way down?" Steve asked, shrugging.

Kono jumped in quickly, knowing that if she allowed Dr Lang to reply to his question, it would only start them on a downward slope. "I know how to fall into the water, Steve," she told him pointedly, and he stared at her momentarily before nodding tightly, uncrossing his arms and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"We recommend mothers to carry on with their normal exercises and routines. Surfing, swimming, biking, jogging; it's all alright until you yourself start to feel uncomfortable. As long as it's nothing extraneous, and no contact sports or sparring," Dr Lang added, no doubt for their benefit after considering what their professions were. Neither one of them could hold back a smirk at that. Unlike normal couples, they tended to enjoy their violent sparring sessions. So it had immediately been cancelled from Kono's to do list. "Just go along with what your body tells you. And if you do have doubts, then it's always better to be safe than sorry."

When Steve didn't pick an argument about anything that she had said, Kono knew that the conversation was over and she had won. At least for then. There was no way she was going to escape the conversation when she next decided to head into the ocean, and they both knew it.

...

With the rain pattering against the windows, not allowing Kono to get up on her board as soon as they had arrived home, the two of them had settled on the couch later that evening. After a quiet week at work, with all their paperwork completed and sorted, they had had the last 2 days free to do what they want. To normal people, having the weekend off was a standard feature of their week. For Five-0, it was a luxury. Throw in the Monday too, and they were in heaven.

And sitting on the couch crossed legged with Steve next to her, stretched out lazily to prop his feet upon the edge of the coffee table, they were the perfect picture of relaxation.

"This is one long list," Kono muttered, flipping the piece of paper that the doctor had given them about the dietary needs of a pregnant woman and skimming it warily. The list was split into sections for the 5 main food groups, with one side stating what she could eat, and the other what she should avoid. A small detailed explanation accompanied each item, but she was more interested in finding her favourite foods and seeing where they were placed. "Most of the stuff I eat is still allowed. Shark, however, is off the menu," she added with amusement.

"There go our dinner plans," Steve retorted dryly without taking his eyes off of the TV where he was watching an old football match he had come across, making her smirk.

A fleeting thought about what their dinner plans actually were, considering it was already 7pm and she knew that neither one of them were up for cooking that evening, passed her mind but she pushed it away for later when hunger became an issue. With all the food names that she was reading, it would be soon, she was sure.

Carrying on with the list, she paused at the bottom of the back page where there was a small note. "You don't have any allergies, do you? Asthma, eczema, food?" Kono asked, reading the details that came with the item peanuts. One thing was for sure; she was glad for this guide. There was no way she would have guessed peanuts as perhaps being on the restricted list.

Steve's incredulous look as he tore his eyes away from the screen and tilted his head up towards her only made her arch an eyebrow at him, telling him silently to answer her question. "You've known me for how many years?" he asked before turning back to the TV and taking a swig of the beer that he was currently halfway through. Kono made a sound of exasperation in the back of her throat.

"You know, normal couples usually attempt at this pregnancy eating thing together. When the mother can't eat or drink something, the father usually doesn't either," she told him pointedly, eyeing his beer bottle when he glanced at her once again.

He pursed his lips, rubbing her knee with the hand that rested over it a few times before he finally spoke up. "Tell you what; if you can name me one normal couple thing that we have done, I will do it," he told her, dropping a kiss against her shoulder and returning to the match once again. "And sex doesn't count."

"Does getting married and having a baby count?" Kono remarked in a faux intrigued tone, to which he scoffed around the bottle he was then sipping out of.

"We eloped, and the baby wasn't planned," he pointed out and she cursed him internally for always having an answer. "Besides, a lot of couples don't get married or have children."

Kono paused. "Fine, never mind then," she said, turning back to the paper in her hands. She heard him sigh heavily next to her, his hand squeezing her leg gently as he pushed himself up as far as he could without having to retract his legs off the table.

"Do you want me to do it?" he asked her seriously.

"Do you want to do it?" she threw back at him, watching him from the corner of her eyes.

Steve shook his head. "No, I don't. But if you ask me to, I will," he replied truthfully, and Kono could tell simply by the tone of his voice, the one he used only for her when he reminded her that he was always there for her and would do anything for her, that he really would despite his own wishes.

"Then, no, I don't want you to do it," she told him, offering him a soft smile before going back to what she had been reading.

"Alright, then," Steve nodded, clearly glad that it had worked out in his favour. He had gone back to the game when Kono realised something and uncrossed her legs, pushing away his hand to lean across the couch to grab a pen off the end table. "What are you doing?" he finally asked her as she began writing on the sheet of paper.

"Revising the list," she informed him matter-of-factly, though with his great investigative skills, she was surprised that he hadn't noticed it already.

"You can't revise a list that the doctor gave you, Kono," Steve said, humour underlying the chiding words.

Kono merely shrugged at him and carried on with her task. "Well, they missed out a couple of things. Ice cream is a dairy product, and shave ice is basically water." she informed him, because seriously, how had they managed to leave these things off?

She could see Steve open his mouth to rebuke, probably to point out the fact that shave ice is more sugar than water, so she shot him a look that told him to pick his next argument with her wisely. Being pregnant wasn't something she dreaded; in fact, she couldn't be happier, despite all the downsides such as extreme tiredness and morning sickness. But in the last week, they have already had many disagreements, that it took a lot of personal reminding that it was his baby too and that he had the right to become slightly over-overprotective to keep herself from wanting to punch him. Hard.

When he turned back to his game, utilising his mouth to drink more of his beer instead, Kono smiled to herself. She knew he'd come to the right conclusion in the end. The Navy had taught him well when it came to survival tactics.

Capping the pen, she placed it back onto the table and began to stand up. "I'm gonna put this on the fridge or something," she murmured, eyes still scanning the paper in case she missed something.

Before she could even shift her weight onto her feet, Steve caught her with an arm around her waist, pulling her back into the couch and towards him. "Do it later. Come here and relax for now," he practically demanded her, his arm coming around her shoulders as she gave in without a fight, bringing her legs up to curl next to her and leaned into his side after laying the list onto the table next to the pen.

The silence they had fallen into lasted only a few minutes before the familiar feeling of hunger swept through Kono's stomach. "Can we order in for dinner?" she asked him, sliding an arm over his waist as she drew herself closer. He was warm and comforting, a place she felt completely at home and safe. It was enough to bring about sleep.

"Chinese?" he asked, pressing his lips to the top of her head when she laid it on his chest.

"Pizza," she replied, because for some reason, the craving for an unhealthy dose of cheese, meat and pineapple on dough and tomato sauce sounded really great right then. And she couldn't put it down to her pregnancy because not only had the cravings not started yet, it was something she always loved to indulge in after a long day.

There was a pause before she felt Steve nod once. "Sure."

...

Working with two great detectives meant that keeping the pregnancy a secret was harder than it should be. Their jobs entailed a lot of violence, danger and general things that pregnant women should not be near. Luckily for them, it was almost exactly 2 weeks since they had taken the test for them to catch a case where Kono staying out of the field was deemed suspicious. The other cases they had caught, Steve had managed to keep her in the office under the guise of running searches on the computer and following their suspect via GPS to allow them to catch him, or allowed her to simply go interview friends and family.

The crime scenes themselves hadn't been too gruesome, and by the time she had made it there, Max had usually covered up the body. If he hadn't, she diverted her attention to the non-bloody parts of the scene. Or burnt, because the sight and smells seemed to unsettle her stomach. Yeah, morning sickness was really kicking her ass.

That morning, they had gotten the call for a shooting downtown, killing 3 people. Five-0 jurisdiction. The call had come from the Governor at a quarter to 7 which wasn't that early considering some of the times that they had been called in at. However, Kono usually maintained her perkiness and basically managed to stay awake and drive due to coffee. Something she hadn't tasted in far too long. So Steve had dropped her off at HQ first to get a head start on their background search on the victims and gather up the footage from the local surveillance cameras. Or that was what he told Danny and Chin when he met them at the crime scene.

And she had been sure they had believed him, because neither said anything about it once they returned to the office. Which was why it was a surprise when Chin brought it up during their drive to HPD to pick up some files later that afternoon.

"You ok, Kono?" he asked her in his usual to the point style without any preamble.

Kono lifted her head up from where she was resting it upon her fist, elbow propped up by the arm rest on the door. "Me? Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"Well, for starters, you insisted I drive," her cousin teased, a small smile playing on his lips as she shot him a dry look.

"You complain when I drive, and now you're complaining when I let you? Who are you; Danny?" she scoffed, reaching for the bottle of water she now kept near her to help fight off the nausea that seemed to pop up every now and again. "What?" she asked in irritation when she saw Chin eyeing her briefly.

"You're drinking a lot of water lately. And you haven't asked for a detour to the local coffee house in over a week," he told her matter-of-factly. A sarcastic remark about how creepy it was that he had noticed such things died on her tongue when she noticed the look on his always-calm features.

It wasn't one she could put into words but she knew it well; from childhood to her teens and into her adult life. It told her that he knew her secret, be it where she hid the stolen cookies from their aunty's kitchen, or that she had snuck out the night before for a party or that it had been her who had crashed his motorbike.

Kono sighed, letting her head drop back against the headrest of her seat and momentarily closing her eyes. She hated it when he did this. Hated it. For once, she would like to pull one over on her older cousin. Just for the fun of it. "How long have you known?" she almost groaned, to which he chuckled.

"I suspected something last week when you paled and turned down the malasadas that I brought in, but it was obvious this morning when you actually cringed at the crime scene photos," Chin pointed out, laughing openly as she cringed once again at the earlier memory.

"Yeah, I can't seem to keep down anything sweet early in the morning, and I have no idea what this reaction to blood is, but it's not fun," she admitted with a shrug. Opening her eyes once again, she turned her head in his direction and inhaled deeply as Chin simply watched the road ahead in his normal serene manner. Guilt began to eat at her. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. We were going to. Soon. Both of you. We just couldn't decide on when or how. Like, I wanted to tell you first, 'cause it's you and you're my cousin, but Steve said that that wasn't fair on Danny and he would be hurt, probably very loudly, so-"

"Kono, it's ok! It's alright, I don't mind," Chin cut off her babbling with a hand upon hers to stop her constant tapping against the bottle she still held. They were both nervous habits of hers. She murmured a sheepish apology when he returned his hand back to the wheel and replaced the water into the cup holder. "I was just wondering how long it was going to take until you broke. You were never really good at keeping things like these a secret."

She huffed childishly at the accusation. "We found out 2 weeks ago, so I like to think that I was actually good at it, thank you very much. And I didn't tell you; you guessed."

"I'm happy for you, cuz. For both of you," Chin replied earnestly after a short laugh. Kono glanced over with a small smile because though she liked to claim that she was an independent woman, her cousin's approval was the only one that meant the world to her. "So how long until we have mini you or Steve running around?"

"Just over 7 months," she answered, a short bust of fresh new excitement passing through her at the thought. "Plus a year or so if you're being serious about the running."

...

Danny found out 4 days later by being the nosey person he was with no respect for personal space even after so many years; barging into their house on the odd morning and going through the papers and pamphlets on the table which they hadn't put away from the night before.

They had been enjoying breakfast out on the lanai when he claimed their attention by a loud exclamation, demanding what was going when he found the ultrasound under the top booklet, and there was no way for them to deny it after that.

He hadn't been impressed that Chin had found out before him either, but Kono had let Steve deal with that after feigning heatstroke and tiredness, and retreating to their bedroom.

...

After taking longer than it should have to snap Danny out of his rant about how he couldn't believe they hadn't told him, that he was the last to know, and finally, how happy he was for them, Steve had to endure a lecture about how his current set ways were not apt for a baby, or even a pregnant woman. He had rolled his eyes and muttered sarcastic comments all the way through because he was pretty sure his partner hadn't even meant half of the things. Somehow, he didn't find the fact that he got up at 5am on days off to work out as a bad thing for when the baby came, or that he rarely ever ate anything that should come with a neon sign reading 'Warning: Early Death'. Kids had to eat healthy, right?

Voicing the latter had only earned him a glare and a quip about how it was him who should come with that warning. Steve had then thrown him out with the promise of drinks that evening as they had previously planned as a team.

They had met up at a bar near the beach, sitting around a table in the open cool, salty air, and basically hanging out in a less tense atmosphere than work. And as the whole team now knew about Kono being pregnant, it was the main focus of their conversation. Or rather, of their teasing.

"Cravings," Danny began the list of things that they were now going to have to deal with, much to Steve's amusement because so far, he had been under the impression that it was his and his wife's baby. Though he couldn't fault it; their team was a family in its own right, and there was no way they were going to be able to raise a child without them.

"Mood swings," Chin added with a smirk, to which Kono threw a bottle cap at him before sipping at her lemonade. After the waitress had taken their orders, she had immediately told them to keep their jokes about anything alcohol related and her to themselves that night as she was not ready to hear whatever it was they might have. They had complied because they knew better than to piss off Kono when she gave such a strict command.

"Morning sickness," Danny said with a frown, which could have passed for sympathy if Steve didn't know him so well.

Kono scoffed at that, finally inputting into the conversation that she had given up on after realising that there was no way to make them shut up after already using thatpower on prohibiting the alcohol jokes. "Not so much restricted to the mornings." This time, both Chin and Danny did genuinely look sympathetic.

"Being tired," Steve added with a pointed tone which he knew she got if the way she rolled her eyes discreetly from the seat next to him was anything to go by.

"And needy. Rachel was really clingy and needy when she was pregnant with Grace," Danny informed them, a smile curving on his mouth as he recalled the time, with hand gestures to match. "You know, I remember her doing all these crazy things, like leaving the TV control in the fridge, or the car keys in the laundry basket. And then there was this time for about a week or two where she couldn't watch anything on TV without crying."

Turning her head in his direction, Kono dropped her voice and gripped his hand tightly. "If I start doing any of that, shoot me. Please." Steve hid a smirk and nodded sympathetically.

A/N: And that's chapter/month 2. Hope you enjoyed it! Please lemme know what you thought =) I'll update again asap!