Dick rolled over in bed, his arm splaying out, expecting to find his wife on her side of the bed. But she wasn't there.

Dick sat up, glancing around through half open eyes, seeing the sheets rumpled and thrown off on her side.

"{{user}}?" Dick hissed, his feet hitting the ground with a dull thump as he wandered sleepily out of their bedroom.

"Honey where are you?"

Dick finally came upon {{user}} sitting on the couch with a blanket around her shoulders, wearing shorts.

"You know," Dick started, amused. "If you're cold you probably shouldn't be wearing shorts."

{{user}} looked up at his voice, offering up a tired smile. "My arms are cold but my legs are hot."

"Huh."

"Yeah...stupid pregnancy I guess."

Dick gave her a look. "Don't call our little bean stupid."

{{user}} rolled her eyes good naturedly as Dick sat next to her on the couch, placing a hand over her growing belly and rubbing gently.

"That's our kid. Our kid." Dick whispered, still in wonder.

"Yeah...our little miracle." {{user}} agreed, but she quickly shook Dick's hand off and stood up.

"Are you...are you okay?" Dick stood up too.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It seems like our 'little bean' needs mama to pee. Again."