Chapter 3: Timecanary

Rip Hunter was just stepping out the shower, when he heard a loud shriek coming from outside the bathroom. "Sara!" he yelled, instantly consumed by fear. Throwing open the door, he quickly ran out and into the adjacent bedroom, ready to take down any threat. But there wasn't any.

Instead he found a very pregnant and very frustrated Sara Lance struggling to fit a black dress over her large belly. "Damnit Damnit Damnit!" she screeched in frustration, then turned and looked at Rip, "This is all your fault!" she accused.

He stood there slightly dumbfounded, "What's my fault? I literally just got out of the shower and came running in panic because you were screaming like a bloody banshee."

The white canary gave up her struggle with the dress, giving her full fury filled attention to the time master, "I'm the size of a freaking whale because you knocked me up! And the only thing I fit into most days is oversized shirts and supersized leggings!"

Rip rolled his eyes, "If I recall you were just as involved as I was in the creation of our child. And haven't we had this discussion back when your white canary started feeling tight?" he tried reminding the very agitated blonde.

"Roll your eyes again at me and I'll remind you I can still kick your ass even at 7 ½ months pregnant." She retorted back. He just raised an eyebrow at her comment, but didn't say a word. He'd been around Sara long enough to know when she just needed to rant and rave. They usually came with a lot of insults and threats, most of the time directed towards him. He took it all with a grain of salt because apologies came moments later with some make-up sex thrown in every now and then. So, the soon to be father just stood there and took it, "And yes, I know it takes two to tango, but you should have resisted or at least turned off that British charm that you know makes me melt." He almost smirked at that, but decided against it. He didn't feel like being punched in the face today. "And maybe I still can't accept the fact that I am supersized and still growing, but I tried on this dress just a couple weeks ago and it fit perfectly. Now I can barely get it over my stomach." She gestured towards the black garment that fell just above he thighs. He could see the material was being stretched beyond its limits. All it would take was one firm tug and the whole thing would rip.

"If it makes you feel any better I find it quite enticing." Rip commented

It was Sara's turn to roll her eyes, "Yea right. Are you all of sudden turned on by beached whales? Because that's all I'm seeing right now." She remarked sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest.

He shook his head, as a smile began to form, "My little bird, any man with eyes would see what I see."

"And what's that?" she asked.

"A beautiful, sexy, strong woman who is carrying a precious gift. They would see her fire and fierce loyalty to those she loves. They would see a woman who would fight till the end of days for the child she carries. They would see a new mother who already loves her unborn child with every part of her being." Rip reached out and gently took her face between his hands and gazed directly into her crystal blue eyes, "They would see the woman I love."

The rest of Sara's anger dissipated, as she immediately softened at his touch and his words. She gave him a tiny smile, "You see all of that?"

He nodded, "That and so much more. I'm sorry the dress doesn't fit and that you don't feel beautiful, but you are to me."

Tears began to pool in her eyes, her emotions swinging once again, "I'm sorry I yelled at you. None of this is your fault. Its these stupid hormones and I'm just so uncomfortable all the time. The baby won't stay off my bladder, I'm craving pickles with peanut butter, none of my clothes fit, and I don't have costume for the party. And now I feel bad because your being so understanding and saying all these nice things to me and all I've done is be a bitch to you."

"Oh Sara." Rip sighed as he pulled her into a tight embrace. She immediately buried her face into his naked chest and he could feel her wet tears as the spilled over, "You are not a bitch. You are pregnant and we both know it all be worth it in the end. You never need apologize for what is happening to you."

"But I'm being so mean and I've ruined our night," She whaled.

The captain of the Waverider just laughed, "It's okay. I take it all with a grain of salt and I know you have little control of what is happening. But you haven't ruined the night at all. There's a simple solution to that."

"What?" she asked, her voice muffled by her tears and speaking into his chest.

"A giant t-shirt and oversized leggings." He stated.

Sara pulled back and looked up at him confused, "So I'm going as myself?"

Rip shook his head chuckling, "No. You don't need tight complex costume. All you need is an orange t-shirt and black leggings."

She quickly caught on, "A pumpkin? You want to turn me into a literal pumpkin? Isn't that right on the nose?" she asked.

"I was thinking more jack-o-lantern. And from what I understand, do it yourself costumes are all the rage during this time period."

Sara chuckled for the first time that night, "I guess you're right."

"Why Ms. Lance did you say I was right for once?" Rip asked in fake astonishment.

"Don't get used to it. Now help me out of this dress so we can go find what we need." She stated.

"Oh, my pleasure." Rip stated, his voice dropping into a seductive brogue. He felt the white canary shiver in his arms, causing his blood to heat up and rush immediately to his lower regions. Without warning he grasped the bottom of her too short dress and tugged, hard. The black garment ripped completely in half right up middle of her front.

He heard no protest, just a quiet moan, "That's the charm I was talking about earlier."

Rip backed her up towards the bed, "And you love me more for it."

"And you love me." She responded softly.

"Let me show you just how much." Then gently fell onto the bed with her, his towel forgotten a few feet away.

Eventually Rip was able to pull himself away from Sara and made his way to a nearby Halloween store. He found the perfect shirt for the white canary and even ran into Barry Allen and Oliver Queen with his son. Apparently, he wasn't the only ones who were doing some last-minute costume shopping.

When he returned to the hotel room, he and Sara used pieces of the black dress to create the scariest jack-o-lantern they could. In the end, even he had to admit they did a great job and his little bird looked damn good.

"You're just as sexy as a pumpkin." He told her.

She blushed, "Thank you."

"I love you Sara Lance."

"I love you Rip Hunter."

Then sealed it with soft kiss.

So if you read all three chapters so far, thank you thank you. I hope I'm doing these ships and character justice. I should have another chapter or two here soon. Just have to decide which pair I want to do next. If you have any request I will gladly take them, just say so in the reviews.