I wrote this while watching a Toronto Maple Leafs game   

I wrote this while watching a Toronto Maple Leafs game. I suppose I need
to do some Calculus, but everyone knows how unimportant that is to me. 

Category: Snapshot 

Rating: I'm shooting for a PG 

Pairings: BF/MT 

Disclaimer: You know who this belongs to. 

Spoilers: None 

This is my first DS fic. Please be gentle. If you do want to throw some
otters at me, tell me why so I can fix it for the future. I can be reached
at atikkane@online.emich.edu or uberpest@homail.com. I'd like to continue
this in a series or just an expansion if you don't think it sucks too
much. The title is as it is just because I needed one. If I *do* do a
sreies it'll work well. If not, then it's just another title. It's
un-beta-ed, so if you'd like to help me out there, again, just let me
know. 

Morning Interlude  

by Amanda A. Tikkanen 

*~*~*~*~*~* 

"Ben," She started. "I'm huge. You do realize that don't you?" She turned
sideways in front of the mirror, trying to find an angle that didn't show
her belly. No such luck. 

"Why me?" Ben asked himself. They'd gone through this conversation
virtually every morning since she started to show. He didn't even bother
opening his eyes anymore. He replied from where he lay on the bed. "You're
pregnant. You're *supposed* to be huge. Besides it's only for a few more
weeks, if that long." 

"I guess" Meg turned away from the mirror, moved back to the bed and her
dozing husband. "Come on, it's time to get up. You've got to go to work.
There's that meeting for the Law Enforcement convention today. If you
don't get up now, you'll be late." 

Ben groaned and pulled the pillow over his face. "Ben, I believe married
life has made you soft." 

His voice came slightly muffled to her ears, "You aren't the one who had
to go out at all hours of the night for his pregnant wife's cravings.
Honestly, you should be grateful there was a store open at two in the
morning that carries watermelon. Especially when it's out of season. It
*is* January after all." He pulled the pillow off his face, wincing at the
light. 

He stood and stretched. Glancing at his wife's choice of nightclothes he
smirked. Her belly pressed at the emblem of his favourite Leafs jersey. He
padded over the cold wooden floor, stopping to stand behind her. Wrapping
his arms around her mid section he pressed his lips to her neck and
whispered, "But, I don't really mind. I get more sleep this way than
listening to you complaining all night." 

Meg slapped at him lightly as he danced away. "You just go get dressed for
work!" She felt the baby kick, glancing down she spoke, "Yes, I know,
it'll be *your* turn to keep him up before too long." 

If she didn't know better, she'd have sworn she felt the baby laugh. Oh
dear. They were going to be in for it soon.