Pregnancy

Disclaimer: Monster Hunter is copyright Capcom. The characters in this story are mine.

Edited by: Hoenn Master96

This one-shot is CANON with The Lost Civilization.

Five Years Since the Fall of the Alatreon

"Levin… Levin. Levin, wake up!"

Levin groaned wearily, opening his eyes to almost complete darkness. The only light filtering into the small bedroom that he and Ellie shared was a thin line of pale moonlight that pierced the cracks of the window shades above their bed. It couldn't be later than three in the morning…

"Levin, are you awake?"

"I am now," Levin muttered, sitting up groggily and looking at his wife in the dim light. "What's wrong, Ellie?"

"I'm hungry," Ellie replied simply, and Levin groaned inwardly. He'd heard stories about how pregnant women were ravenous for all sorts of strange things, but he'd never thought it would be as bad as this…

"Want me to make you a sandwich or something?" Levin asked hopefully.

"No… I want… I want… you remember that weird foreign food we had while we were in Loc Lac that once? That weird purple-colored plant and the stringy meat? I want some of that."

Levin blinked. "Um, Ellie, Loc Lac is something like two hundred miles away… and I'm not even sure that shop is still standing, either."

"Hmm… well, that's what I want."

Levin sighed. "I don't think that I can get to Loc Lac and back quickly enough to get you some in time."

"Well, can you try and make me something that tastes like it?"

Levin frowned. "Erm… I can try. But it's kind of late, don't you think?"

Suddenly, bright tears began to well up in Ellie's eyes, shimmering in the glow of the moon. "But I… please Levin? I just wanted… I thought you could…"

"Okay! Okay, I'll make what I can," Levin said quickly, hopping out of bed . "I can't promise it'll taste good, though."

"Thank you, Levin," Ellie said, with a wide, appreciative smile.

Levin grinned wearily, but made his way to the small makeshift kitchen they shared, with Ellie tailing close behind. Levin spared a glance back at his wife. She was disheveled from sleep, with small creases under her eyes from more than one sleepless night like tonight. She was just starting to show signs of their first child as well through the loose nightshirt she wore. But honestly, Levin had never thought she looked lovelier. She threw tantrums on a regular basis, and flew from joy to rage at the drop of a hat, but there was still something wonderful about the whole thing. Levin supposed the whole 'maternal glow' idea had some truth to it.

Half an hour later, Ellie was ravenously devouring a small plate of food that Levin had thrown together. Levin wasn't a bad cook, but trying to replicate a meal he'd eaten only once a few years ago was a trick that he wasn't sure he could pull off. Ellie seemed satisfied though, so that was something. At least he had gotten pretty decent control of his dark limbs in the last few years, enough to be a decent cook without dropping things. He'd even managed to start hunting again for a couple months, before Ellie had gotten pregnant.

Pretty soon, the silverware clattered onto the cleaned plate, and Ellie sighed in satisfaction. "That was pretty good, Levin. You're getting better at this."

"I've had some practice this last month." In truth, he'd spent more money on random food and spices since Ellie had gotten pregnant than he'd spent in years…

"Thanks for putting up with me, Levin," Ellie said with a smile. Her hand went to her belly, and she lightly touched the bump with a peaceful look on her face. "All this work and running around at the beck and call of a person that isn't the size of an apple yet. Ravenous little thing too… This little girl is causing us both some trouble, isn't she?"

"Girl?" Levin asked curiously. "How do you know…?"

"Woman's intuition," Ellie replied simply. "She'll be quite the rabble-rouser, I think. Like her father."

"I don't know: sounds a lot like you, if you ask me, Miss Ellie."

"Whatever you say, Mister Levin. Though I should probably remind you that it's Missus Ellie now, remember?" Ellie laughed, holding up her hand to show the small, simple ring wrapping around her finger. Then she shivered a little, and a glazed expression crossed her face.

"Looks like you could use some more sleep, Missus Ellie," Levin said, walking over to her side. "Orson said he'd be arriving in the morning, so it'd probably be best if we-"

Ellie's arm suddenly snapped out, grabbing hold of Levin's sleeve, before flipping him down onto the table. Levin grunted from the impact as Ellie nimbly hopped up to straddle him, a positively predatory expression on her face. Levin chuckled nervously.

"Uh, Ellie? Shouldn't we… go to bed?"

Ellie cocked her head a little, an accusing look crossing her face. "You know something Levin? You haven't touched me since I got pregnant. Why is that?"

"Ah! Well…" Levin flushed slightly, and Ellie giggled in amusement. "I just… with you pregnant, it just didn't feel like I should…"

"Even pregnant women like to receive some affection, Levin," Ellie purred, pulling her face closer to his. "It's making me rather frustrated, you know? It's not wise to irritate a woman when she's with child, Levin. So… what are you going to do about it?"

Levin sputtered for a moment, before grinning awkwardly. "I suppose… whatever you want me to."

Ellie smirked wickedly. "Wise boy. Best get started, Levin. Wouldn't want to miss our doctor's appointment, would we?"

Author's Note: Please Review! Almost forgot to post this one...

Haha… that was risqué. I hope I write domestic fluff decently.

Well, that was abrupt, wasn't it? Truth be told, this was a writing prompt I found on Tumblr a while ago, which read: Imagine Person A is pregnant and has the pregnant symptoms of mood swings, odd cravings, and an extra dose of hornyness. How does Person B keep up with A's changes and keep them satisfied?

I can't remember exactly when it was written… sometime summer 2013, I think? But I saw the prompt and instantly thought of Levin and Ellie, so I wrote it. In about… an hour and a half, maybe. Not my finest work, but I rather liked it for its shortness and simplicity. Make no mistake, this is the most risqué my writing will ever be.

Playing: MH3U
Listening: Blind Guardian