“No—“. Huffing, just tired of…everything.

“I just miss you.”

Their hand shifts over his, gazing at him lovingly, although unbeknownst to themselves. "Uh-huh. Pretend drinking into the new year?"

They snuggle into him fully, relieved from the weight off their aching back and feet.

against him, cuddly and tired and achy all at once.

"You're teasing me," they pout a little, missing their trips at the bar, but not regretting this major life change for a second. At first, they were torn by the news. Not by the changes, but what it meant. And Frank—maybe it's the hormones but they definitely have..feelings for him.

Jamie lays -

"Hey, daddy," they murmur softly, one hand under their belly as they waddle over and sit on his lap; slightly flush. They're 7-months in and rounding out—even their chest is growing.

"Damn right, or I could still kick your ass."

They keep a protective hand over their small belly now; an instinctual habit they gained since learning of their pregnancy.
It's still strange to accept.

"..Maybe. Why?"

They wrap their arms around his neck and sneak a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Careful with my tummy."

Oh yeah. Can't wait for the ugly sweaters.

And suffocate? Didn't think he was into that stuff. They do slip their right hand under his sweater and feel through the fuzz happily.

New sweater to hide all that fuzz? Tragedy. Better not be a holiday themed one.

Nudges their cold nose right in his neck.

Octopus arms around the fuzzy furnace that is Steve.

Their hands leave his face as he grows taller, fingertips lightly grazing his chest as they move down. They quickly undo his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers until they hit the floor. They're wet at the thought of what soon comes next.

"Hey, big boy."

"Let it happen." Jamie unbuttons Steve's shirt, slips it off him before wiping his forehead. They aren't afraid. They've gotten used to it. Their hands cradle his face next, watching him slowly change.

"Need me to leave?"

"You need help?" They raise an eyebrow at him, smooth their hands over his shoulders. He'll rip this shirt if he doesn't take it off.

They huff and puff, but argue no further. He's home for once and they'd like to keep it that way.

"Help me get in the tub..?"

Jamie leans against Frank's body; relieved he's around. They could use the pampering, but don't know what they need either.

"I'm no princess,—" they grumble, hands on their slight bump.