For Aprylynn who requested the first sentence "I think it looks great on you."
"I think it looks great on you."
"But it would look better off of me?"
"No - well, yes, actually." He steps up to her and puts his hands on her elbows. "You look great, Kens."
She makes a face. It's adorable. "I feel stupid."
He slides his hands down her arms and clasps her hands. He wiggles his eyebrows. "You feel great, actually."
She looks hopeful. "Sex?"
"Nice try."
"I'll do that thing you like."
"The thing where you're naked?"
She grins. "That's the one."
He leans forward and gives her a kiss, calculating exactly how many minutes it is from their apartment to the mission and exactly how angry Hetty would be. Damn it. "Rain check?"
She grumbles. "Unlikely."
"Highly likely."
"You're miserable."
He beams. "I'm charming and you love me."
"I tolerate you."
"I'll take what I can get." He gives her hands a squeeze. "Now come on, Mama. Let's you and your ridiculous outfit get going before we're late for work."
"You admit it! It's ridiculous!"
He throws his bag over his shoulder and snags the keys off the table. "It's like three-quarters spandex, babe. Of course it's ridiculous. That doesn't mean you're not rocking it."
"This is not helping."
"I'll buy you a doughnut."
Her eyes light up. "That's helping."
"I thought it might."
"In fact," she says as she looks down at herself, tugging at the waistband of her new jeans, "these pants are so stretchy, I should probably get two doughnuts."
"See? I knew maternity clothes would grow on you."
She snorts.
"What?" he laughs as they walk out the door. "You love puns!"
"It was very fitting," she says with a smile.
His heart swells with pride. Their kid is going to be deadly and hilarious.
"I think I'm going to have three. Do you think there's room for three?"
…and partially made up of sugar.
"Three sounds great."