Shagotte had been rolling around and sighing loudly for the past twenty minutes to no avail. Lily slept like a log. His strong form was no longer cuddled against her but sprawled over their King size mattress in an uncomfortable looking starfish position. Thank goodness she convinced him not to get the Queen; otherwise, she would get shoved off every night.

He did look rather cute while sleeping; maybe she should just forget about it and go back to sleep. Her stomach growls loudly in protest of this train of thought. She has a lifetime to look at that! Tonight isn't special! She jabs a finger into his side. No reaction. Hmm... Maybe she should coax him awake? She snuggles up next to him and begins stroking his bare, chiseled chest. With the most seductive voice she can muster at 3 in the morning, she purrs into his ear,

"Lily… Lilyyyy… Wake up, love."

Still nothing.

"Lilllll… Your wife neeeeds you!" After another failed attempt her head drops against his shoulder with a groan.

"I am too pregnant for this...LILY!"

"AAH!" Lily launches himself out of bed and trips on the sheets tangled around his legs, face planting into the hardwood floor. As he's scrambling to right himself his mouth is spewing concerns at an ungodly pace, "What's wrong! Who's here!? Did something happen to the baby!? Are you alright?! What time is it?" He pauses once he sees the fed up expression on his wife's face. His mind races to uncover what he could have possibly done wrong while he was sleeping.

"I've been trying to wake you up for almost half an hour! I wanted to be nice about it, but of course that didn't work. You really should be more attentive with all of that military training. What if someone was murdering me?! I could be dead right now!"

"Ha! Not with your set of lungs. I'm pretty sure the whole neighborhood is awake right now." He narrowly dodges his wife's pillow missile.

"Ugh! I hate you!" She grumpily turns away from him, imagining his happy little smile at her awkward wiggle while doing so. Her usual grace was long gone by the second trimester and now, well into the third, she's a clumsy balloon. He tries to hide how he chuckles when she waddles or how he smirks when she can't fit into clothes anymore, but she sees them all. Those secret looks ease her conscious because they prove that he still loves every bit of her despite how ugly and round she thinks she looks.

She feels the bed give under his weight as he slowly crawls across it. His strong arms wrap around her and she relaxes into the warm embrace. His rough cheek nuzzles against her own as a silent apology.

"Humph…. If you get me something to eat then I might not hate you anymore. The baby is hungry…"

"Only if you come with me" He purrs against her neck, eliciting one of those soft gasps that he loves so much.

"No… mmm… No! NO! Bad kitty!" She playfully shoves his head away from her neck. That offer didn't sound so bad, but it'll have to wait until after. Her stomach demands food before any other activities… no matter how tempting.

"I need you to go downstairs and make me something to eat. I would do it, but I can't get my leg on by myself anymore."

"Fine.." His muscular arms detangle themselves from around her chest without a protest or groan, she pouts at the absence of her personal heater. When she doesn't hear the door open, she turns her head to see him stalking across the room to her side of the bed.

"Lily? What are you… Don't you dare!"

"I told you, you have to come with me. Would've preferred the other way; however, I'll settle with seeing your cute ass perched on the counter while I make your favorite blueberry pancakes."

He scoops her up into his arms bridal style and carries her to the kitchen. Her angry slaps and loud protests do little to erase the smirk from his face. It's moments like this when she wonders how she ever got so lucky.