Into Me You See; Chapter 2 [ao3 / ff.net] Original Prompt + Follow prompt can be found here.

Weaver turned off the faucet and went to crouch down next to Roni who was currently perched against the toilet bowl, her hands against the pulled taut strands of her hair. He had tied her hair back after the third time she leaned over the bowl to rid herself of the morning sickness wracking her frame. Hesitant fingers slowly ran the wet wash cloth along the edges of her mouth, his free hand coming to rest on her shoulder — giving it a reassurance get squeeze.

The night before had been more than pleasant, filled with time spent pampering her and him receiving the same in return. Though he wondered why he needed it depending on the fact he wasn't currently growing a little human inside of him - but Roni had been adamant about it so he relented his fervent denial of her actions and the night went surprisingly well. The morning however had been an entirely different story. They were halfway through breakfast when her stomach decided to finally give her a break from the nausea only to relieve herself of the contents she had swallowed.

Leaning forward, she pressed her face to his chest — inhaling his scent, fingers clinging to his button down as he abandoned the wet wash cloth and began to run his hands along her back in slow strokes. "They looked like little beans or something." He decided to break the silence and it had been worth it after the soft chuckle had begun to leave the brunettes lips. "I can't wait to see what they'll look like a few months from now."

"More like actual babies." The second she pulled back to look up at him, he had begun to lower his lips close to her but she turned away, leaving him to press them against her cheek. "Let me brush my teeth first. You'll thank me." The chuckle that left his lips pulled a smile onto her own. He helped her up onto her feet and she walked to the sink, turning the faucet and scooping up a handful of water into her mouth to rinse it first then set to brushing her mouth into a mint tasting heaven while Weaver headed back into the main room to let her brush her teeth in peace.

Once she finished, she walked out into the hall and found him in the kitchen, washing dishes. "Why don't you leave those for a few seconds and come join me on the couch?" Weaver turned then, his brow raised. "Come on." She held her hand out to him, wiggling her fingers while she waited for him to turn turn off the faucet and take her hand. Once he had, she pulled him over to the couch as she slid onto it — tugging him onto her. He held himself up off of her stomach as if he were afraid he could crush her. "Weaver, let go and lay on me." The look of shock that coated his face caused a giggle to bubble from her chest. "The babies will be fine, lay down on me. I like the pressure of your body against mine." He slowly allowed himself to let go, controlling as much as possible until he was completely relaxed. She wrapped her legs around his waist then and began to comb her hands through his hair while he rested his head on her shoulder. "I'm reading a lot. If you ever worry, just ask." He nodded, fingers coming up to trace along her jaw, then they halted.

"Are you sure that I'm not hurting them or you?"

Into Me You See; [ao3 / ff.net] Original Prompt + Follow prompt can be found here. Not 100% happy with this, might do a rewrite. Let me know what you think :)

Weaver moved to where she was standing over dripping dishes and began to help her in the venture. This was entirely new to him. Having been so used to being the detective who got his answers out of people in the most unorthodox of ways now the man who washes the dishes to help lighten the load on the pregnant barkeep. He shook his head at the utter shock of it all. In truth, he feared that being there for her would not be the best in both interests. That he would fail at some point and she would regret the whole thing entirely.

"The appointment is tomorrow."

"That soon?"

"Are you sure you want to come?" She moved to place a wet hand on her hip, her eyes searching his for any flicker of regret behind those chocolate eyes.

"Yeah. I mean of course, I do." They weren't used to this. Bringing a baby into the world is soft business. Or so that was what he thought. Something that demanded rounded edges and no tension between the two who made it. But they were consistently snarky and sharp tongued. "What if we're not the best parents?"

"There's no such thing as the best parent. Everyone makes mistakes, we're only human."

"But we aren't exactly the parenting type."

"I think I'd make a pretty rad mother." She almost took his words as an insult before she realized the fear coming forth on his features, only to be replaced by a gentle smile at her words. "And like I said. If this isn't your thing, I am just fine to raise it myself. Really. No hard feelings, no strings attached."

"This is just so sudden."