A/N: So sorry for the delayed update! This chapter was a bit of a hassle; I couldn't get the middle 2 scenes out in the way I wanted to and then I came down with the flu, mix that with RL and finding time to write was hard. But it's done and dusted now and I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you all for the reviews [omg, so freaking many!], alerts and faves [seriously, how many?]. Pretty sure you guys are the best fandom out there =) They really got me through the minor writer's block. I made sure to reply to all the comments before posting this, but if I missed you, I apologise again. And thank you to the anons [somejerseycopsmarrynavyseals, anon, Rebecca List, anon and Lydia] once again!

Month 3

It should be illegal how sexy she looked as she seamlessly rode the waves with every confidence of a pro. Which, Steve mused, she was. He just wished she didn't have to act like it, because with every ounce of pride he felt for having such a talented wife, there was an equal amount of fear building up when he remembered that she wasn't only his talented wife anymore, but his talented pregnant wife.

Sighing, he took a sip of his water bottle, keeping his eyes trained on the surfer who was finally returning back to the shore. After 35 minutes. And that was just the time since she had last decided to take a quick break. All in all, she had been on the water for over an hour and a half; the exact same time as he had been out there.

It was part of their deal, one that they had come to after another one of their discussions about her surfing. Both being as stubborn as each other, the only answer had been to compromise. He'd allow her to surf without any argument, but she wasn't allowed to without him there. Kono had readily agreed, and Steve suspected it was because she knew it would be torture for him, whilst she got to do what she wanted.

Like usual, he had tried to keep his mind off of it by using the time to work out, keeping an eye out on her with every other glance. It had done its job for a while before he had seen her going for a wave larger than any other she had tried in the last two months. He had paused; standing with hands on his hips and watched her with what he was told was called his 'laser-focused glare'. Once she had completed the ride flawlessly, she had shot him a cheeky lopsided grin and ignored his frown to head back out again. He had been perched on the edge of the sun lounger ever since.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked her when she approached him after digging her board into the sand halfway on her way towards him.

Kono shook her head before coming to a stop in front of him. "Nothing," she smiled, taking the water bottle that he offered her. "I feel good. Like, actually, good. No nausea, no headaches, no tiredness. Just good."

Her smile was contagious as she shrugged with her words before handing back the bottle which he replaced next to him. Her voice carried a light lilt that he couldn't remember hearing for a while recently. Fatigue was at the forefront of that, along with her being adamant that she was able to work all their cases in every way she possibly could.

Morning sickness had toned down only a week earlier, going from 'any-time-of-the-day sickness' to actually cropping up in the mornings. And luckily for them both, though Steve suspected she was happier about it than him, it only struck the once after she had woken up meaning there was no need to dash to the bathroom urgently straight out of bed.

Put together, there was no surprise that she looked less weighed down and simply happier than he had seen her lately. That glow that people often talked about pregnant women having? He could definitely see it now.

"Yeah? That's great," he replied, skimming his hands over the outsides of her thighs and pulling her to stand between his legs as he tilted his head up to look at her momentarily. "Does this mean you're going to be surfing like a maniac everyday now?"

She actually laughed at that, and he assumed it was due to his blithe choice of words, even if he meant them wholeheartedly. "Please, brah. That wave in the middle? That was nothing. I was riding them when I was 13." There was no doubt in his mind that Kono was telling the truth, but it didn't help him in the slightest.

Steve shook his head and groaned low in his throat when she shot him a smirk. "You're gonna be the death of me, Kono, if you keep doing this," he informed her whilst laying his forehead tenderly against the smooth, wet skin of her upper stomach. She hadn't begun to show yet. At the middle of her third month, it had worried him until their doctor had assured them that it was normal at their last appointment a few days earlier.

The soft flow of laughter bubbled throughout her body and he could feel it against his own before she ran a hand through his hair and tugged at his head gently away. "Ok, ok, I'll tone it down a bit. Happy?" Kono asked teasingly, resting her hands on his shoulders. He rolled his eyes at her but chose not to comment, knowing that it was the best that he was going to get out of her. "Now c'mon, I'm hungry," she said, tapping her hands on his bare skin impatiently and he knew he had no choice but to follow.

...

Speaking to eyewitnesses or whoever called in one of their crimes was something Kono had not yet been banned from doing. The element of risk was fairly low during these procedures in comparison to, say, interviewing suspects which could lead into a gunfight, or any type of fight for that matter, or interrogation. It was the argument that she had put to Steve when they had had the conversation about what she was and wasn't allowed to do at work anymore.

And she was glad of it as she walked down the hallway of an apartment building to go speak to a couple of University of Hawaii students who had found the body outside of their building earlier that morning. According to the landlord she had already spoken to, they were a couple of recluses; only leaving for college and food. Not seeming harmful in the least, she had volunteered to go see if they had anything more to add to their already minimal statement about what had happened when they had come across the deceased.

Of course, Chin had come along because she was no longer allowed to go anywhere without one of them whilst on a case. If she was really lucky, she got an HPD chaperone. Usually a rookie who had heard all about Five-0 and the not-so-exaggerated rumours about the leader who no-one really wanted to get on the wrong side of. So when Steve asked, or rather demanded, them to accompany her wherever she needed to go, they did as they were told. Kono gritted her teeth and accepted it because it was part of their deal.

Chin knocked on the door of the place that they had been searching for, receiving a reply before they could even announce themselves. "It's open!" They swapped sceptical looks as they entered the small apartment, straight into the living room.

"Five-0. We need to ask you some questions about the body you found," Chin told the two teenagers who were sat on the couch to their left. Kono was standing closer to the TV and games console that they were paying more attention to but she could still tell that they weren't that bothered about their presence. She wasn't sure what the game they were playing was, only that the whooshing sounds were somehow related to the little flying , sword-possessing elf-like people on the screen as they attacked some evil enemy. Well, she assumed they were evil and the enemy.

"Ok," the blonde haired, fair skinned boy who sat further along the sofa said with a hint of distraction. "We spoke to HPD about this already."

"We're not HPD," she informed them, biting back at the irritation that started to build inside because they had yet to even glance at them. When her words garnered them no response, she raised an eyebrow at her cousin who only shrugged back. With a roll of her eyes at his ever-serenity, she tried again. "Could you maybe, uh, put the controls down or something?"

Another moment of silence stretched between the four of them, barring the sound effects from the game, until the other boy, the obvious Hawaiian native though undoubtedly not from Oahu, spoke up. "Can we just finish this first? It's a hard level. It took us days-"

Kono didn't allow him to get the rest of his words out. "Let's try this again. Pause the game, put down the controls and let's talk. Please," she added at the end because politeness had always gone a long way to help her get what she wanted in the past. Especially when she wasn't forcing it through gritted teeth, unlike right then.

Chin, who suddenly moved to the far wall where there was a chest of drawers, caught her attention from the corner of her eyes. They were haphazardly shut with edges of items sticking out from the top in a manner that only college students would deem as tidy.

"What are you doing?" the native Hawaiian boy asked in a hint of worry when he finally noticed something other than the game they were playing, but she was still amazed to see that they hadn't paused it.

"Pakalolo," Chin stated, nearing the boys once again and holding up a clear bag containing the very distinguishable leaves in them. "Marijuana's illegal."

Having grown up around a lot of arrogant people, and working with stubborn ones, she was pretty sure her ability to remain calm was much stronger than it was right then. For some reason, though there was a inkling in the back of her head telling her what she didn't want to hear, everything was rubbing her the wrong way and it wasn't going to take much for her to snap.

"Seriously, guys? Drugs in your apartment and you're still not going to pay us any attention?" she asked exasperatedly, stepping a bit closer to the TV in order to get into their field of sight more. When they failed to acknowledge her in any way or form, she took matters into her own hands and before she knew it, her gun was in her hand and there was a bullet in the games console. "Now you ready to talk?" Kono was met by three astonished looks, though only her cousin's was on her. "What?"

Chin seemed to pause before shaking his head and clearing his throat with a wry smile. "Nothing. Just- Nothing."

…

"Why are you arresting me for? Aren't you listening to me; crazy bitch shot my XBox!" Kono rolled her eyes at the teen that was currently being led out by a member of HPD with Danny trailing behind them, exclaiming pretty loudly in a stark contrast to his behaviour from before.

"Somehow, I think being in possession of a load of marijuana beats- Wait, can you arrest someone over shooting an XBox?" Danny retorted to no-one in particular but she smirked anyway because it was funny when he put it like that. However, seeing Steve exit the building with Chin and the other teen wiped it off her face.

She stood next to her car after being sent outside by Steve when him and Danny had rushed into the room as fast as they could from where they had been, probably having heard the gunshot. The body had already been zipped up and transported back to the morgue and HPD were dwindling in numbers as they finished up with gathering any information that they could need.

Sighing, she shifted on her feet and stood up straighter as her boss-slash-husband, because she wasn't sure which one she was going to have to deal with now or which one she wanted to deal with, approached her. He rounded the car towards the driver's side, holding out a hand silently for the keys as he passed her. Kono eyed him carefully before reluctantly giving them to him and getting into the passenger's seat.

They were on the main road towards the highway to take them back towards to HQ when she finally had enough of the silence and decided to break it. His knuckles were white from where he gripped the wheel and gear stick tightly, face set into a fixed mask of pursed lips and a set jaw, and it was clear that although he hadn't said anything yet, he wanted to. So she started it because as much as she didn't want to have this conversation, she knew it was coming and it would be better to get it out of the way in the privacy of the car rather than at the office.

"He deserved it," she stated, hoping to sound more matter-of-fact than petulant. Unfortunately, her choice of words didn't help.

Steve glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, but she spotted the movement. "I don't care if he deserved it. You can't go around shooting things when you feel like it. It's dangerous, Kono," he told her in a low and steady voice, though the way his fingers clenched and tapped at the gear stick told another story.

"But it wasn't! Chin was right there and the boys were just sitting there," she informed him, shifting slightly in her seat towards him to see him better and get her point across. If she didn't try and argue it, he'd use it against her for the rest of her pregnancy.

He shook his head at her words. "They could have pulled out a gun. You don't know what they had with them. You didn't even have a vest on," he reminded her, voice rising a little in clear frustration that made a feel a bit guilty. Just a bit. And not enough for her to back down.

"Because they were just witnesses," Kono replied with a shrug. "You allowed me to go in the first place."

"'Allowed you'?" Steve repeated with an incredulous and dry laugh. "Kono, if I tried to stop you, you'd tell me I'm going against our agreement and overreacting."

"Being overprotective," she corrected him flippantly and he sighed heavily in annoyance at her words.

"If you pull out a gun and attack someone, you're more likely to be attacked back. You know that. We had a deal, Kono. You don't take any more risks," he told her in a much calmer tone than before though she didn't appreciate the simplicity behind his words, as if he was talking to a child.

"It wasn't a risk." They had stopped at a red light when she replied so Steve turned to look at her and she stared him down until he shook his head almost imperceptibly, running a hand over his face as he turned back to the road. He didn't speak up again until they were on the final stretch back to their destination, and it was only then did Kono realise that he was driving at a near-legal speed.

"It was a risk, and I swear, if you pull anything like that again, I will bench you until you're back from maternity leave. Alright?" he asked her rhetorically with a tone of finality. Kono nodded mutely and settled back into her seat. Seeming to relax at her acquiescent, they settled into a brief silence until he spoke up in casual question. "You go near the drugs?"

"No, Steve, I did not go near the drugs," she retorted dryly, rolling her eyes at the utter absurdity of the question. At least, it was in her opinion. "Ask me stupid questions and I'll shoot you too," she muttered whilst staring out of the front window and pretending not to see his smirk. Now he was amused? There were times when even she couldn't understand him.

...

Pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes, if she wasn't wrong. The smell was all that was needed to entice her out of bed at 10am on their day off. She had been up for 30 minutes already, simply laying in bed and enjoying the feeling of having nothing to worry about. No work, no morning sickness, no excessive tiredness. Just time to herself to be lazy.

Arms wrapped around the free pillow next to her in a substitute to the man who usually occupied it, Kono was sure that sleep was about to pull her back under when the delicious scent reached her. There was no other option but to get up and have some. Well, there were no other options to her.

A new colourful feature on the middle counter stopped her in her tracks when she padded into the kitchen. Her eyes jumped towards where Steve was flipping a pancake at the stove next to her, smirking no doubt at her reaction. Once the surprise left her, she slowly copied the action.

"Flowers? Oh, honey, you shouldn't have," Kono teased, eyeing the vase of a dozen multi-coloured roses before turning towards him and taking a step closer. He reached out an arm to wrap around her waist to pull her to him.

"I didn't," he murmured against her lips and there wasn't enough time to feel confused as she smiled into the kiss that followed. It was short, sweet and loving, and yet, still breathtaking. Or maybe that was just her hormones getting to her. "Hmm, happy anniversary."

"Right back at you," Kono replied, pressing another quick kiss to his mouth before pushing him away with a gentle shove to his chest. He had pulled on a wife beater on top of his sweat pants when he had gotten up, much to her disappointment.

Steve merely grinned and went back to making breakfast when she went over to where she spotted a small white envelope on the island next to the flowers. Opening it, she extracted the card and read it with amusement.

In case you forgot.x

Biting her bottom lip to keep back the laughter that threatened to break through, she tucked the message back into the envelope and laid it onto the counter. She presumed it hadn't been Mary Ann's intention for her to see it, because really, who else would order flowers to be delivered on the morning of their second wedding anniversary as a backup in case Steve had forgotten? She really did live up to her self-awarded title of the world's best sister.

"Did she do this last year too? Because I don't remember any flowers," Kono asked, hopping up onto a stool and swivelling it to face Steve. Well, his back at the moment.

He shook his head before turning and leaning back against the counter next to the stove with crossed arms. With a spatula in his hand, he didn't look as tough as he usually did, but she couldn't deny that it was still very hot. Or maybe that was the hormones talking once again. "No, last year, she called and bugged me a week beforehand," he told her with a roll of the eyes, but she could detect the adoration he held for his little sister loud and clear in his tone.

Nodding, she pushed the glass vase to the other end of the counter as Steve pulled out a couple of plates from the cupboard. "Ah, I see." Shifting in her seat, she waited until he turned to grab the orange juice carton from the kitchen to shoot him a sweet smile. "So?"

He placed her plate of pancakes in front of her, loaded with syrup and whipped cream just how she liked it, with a fork and a knife. "What?" Steve asked, brow furrowed in bewilderment when she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Where's my present?" Kono watched as he returned with a glass of orange juice for her, still stirring the spoon to dissolve the iron supplement which the doctor had prescribed her into it. He gestured to the roses with a hand once he had slid the drink over to her. "Really? Last year I get a car; this year, flowers? Don't you understand how gift giving goes? You have to one-up the previous year's."

Steve smirked and reminded her that he had only bought her the car as a replacement for her old one after he had totalled it by crashing it into the side of a truck during a case. It was merely a coincidence that it happened to occur a week and a half before their anniversary, and so, by the time he had gotten down to the dealership to buy her a new one, the day had come around.

For his present, she hadn't served him with divorce papers after taking her car on a chase up and down the highways and streets of Oahu after Danny refused to give him his and almost killing himself.

Then they had gone hiking and enjoyed a picnic with a view like no other; their real celebration ending with a dinner out at a beautiful ocean front restaurant and a night in bed. It was a great day for them both in the end.

Kono pursed her lips at the story, opening them only to take a bite out of her food. Steve had joined her with his own plate and sat opposite her. "Besides, where's mine?" he questioned before digging into his own breakfast.

"I'm giving you a child," she huffed, jabbing a fork in his direction to emphasise her point.

He scoffed at her reasoning. "In 6 months. I want a present now." Kono had to sip her drink, almost choking on the horrid taste that the orange juice did nothing to cover up, to hide her grin at his words. They were almost childish, petulant even, but he had said them with such seriousness that she almost believed him.

It was a good thing they didn't do presents except for on birthdays, or when they found something that the other would really, really, really like, because she for one was hopeless when it came to shopping for her husband. What did you get a Navy SEAL, exactly, when they already have an armoury filled to the brink with enough guns and explosives, and every other little gadget they might need to help take down a small nation?

"We could always do what we did last year," she suggested slyly, acting the perfect picture of innocence when he sat back and drank his own juice before replying.

"Don't we have to top what we did last year?" Steve asked dryly.

"Well, we could do another trail. Something harder," she shrugged, trying to act as nonchalant as she could even though she already knew what his response would be. Taken the fact that he only just let her go surfing, there was no way he was going to give in to hiking anytime soon. The glare that he shot her told her precisely that. "Yeah, exactly. At least I'm trying. You think of something."

He nodded thoughtfully until a smile smoothed out on his lips. "Leave it to me."

Somehow, she shouldn't have been surprised to find herself at work later that afternoon.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed month/chapter 3! Please lemme know you opinions and what you think so far. I shall update asap once again =D