Oh, this is gonna be a gas!

How very domestic of you.

Lizzie was exhausted from filming. Completely and utterly exhausted. If it wasn't for the twins this would have been the day she came home and laid on the couch with a glass of wine while her wife serenaded her on the piano but thanks to the two life suckers inside of her wine is no longer an option. Lizzie dragged herself through the backdoor dropping her keys in the bowl beside the door. She was hit with the smell of lasagna. She looked up to see Jo bent down in front of the oven a dirty apron tied around her waist. Lizzie leaned over just so as to get a look at dessert.

"Lizzie quite looking at my ass," Jo said as monotone as possible

Lizzie flushed before turning beat red as she stood back up straight "Mmm do I smell lasagna."

Jo smiled as she leaned against the island her elbows locked giving Lizzie a full view of her biceps and forearms a towel lazily thrown on the counter in front of her. "Not just lasagna, aprés ski lasagna."

"The one you learned in Italy?" Lizzie asked

"The very one."

Lizzie let out a low moan "You are too good."

Jo walked around the island taking Lizzie into her arms. She gave her a kiss before leaning down peppering her large bump with two kisses she stood back up saying, "I love you and I want to hear about your day but first you go change into something comfy while I finish up dinner Mrs. Olsen."

Lizzie smiled against Jo's lips "Okay Mrs. Olsen,"

As Lizzie left Jo quickly got to work putting the drape and candles on the table. 

Meanwhile, Lizzie was in the master changing into maternity yoga pants and one of Jo's XL shirts. She hummed as she looked at her reflection in the mirror her hands gently over her bump a smile on her face "Oh my babies how are you so close and yet so far." she was met with a swift kick "Quite the attitude little miss." she sighed "Oh how we love you." Speaking of your crazy Mama let's go see what she's been up to." Her hand was then met with a kick from Adaline and a punch from Bettan. "Glad you agree," she laughed,

When Lizzie came back she saw her wife standing beside the decorated table her apron off with a towel now draped over her forearm "Mah lady," Jo nodded

"Well hello," Lizzie said cheekily

Jo walked over leading Lizzie to the table promptly pulling out her chair before grabbing Lizzie's napkin flipping it out before laying it across Lizzie's lap gently sliding her in. Jo reached behind her grabbing a wine bottle "For you my love a beautiful non-alcohol Pinot Noir doop." she properly braced the bottle against her arm as she poured. Once the liquid was poured she grabbed the salad bowel placing it in front of Lizzie before grabbing their cheese grader "Tell me when," 

She spun the wheel before Lizzie said "When,"

Jo smiled at her before tossing the salad putting some on both of their small plates before she trotted to the kitchen bringing a basket of breadsticks. She then took her own seat. Lizzie looked at her with a bright smile "Did I miss an anniversary?"

Jo smiled "No all that is in December and February."

"So what all this for?"

"Cant I be a good wife and take care of my wife. Make her food. Clean the house. Shower her with kisses."

Lizzie smiled "How very domestic of you Mrs. Olsen."

Jo smiled "You are the only one that could ever tame me."

"Oh, I know." Lizzie winked Jo quickly grabbed her alcoholic Pinot Noir downing it in one gulp. Lizzie asked, "Is that the real stuff?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Give me a taste,"

Jo smiled taking the bottle filling her glass once more before taking a sip letting the sour liquid sit on her tongue. She quickly swallowed before standing up going to Lizzie's side. Lizzie grabbed a hold of Jo's face bringing her down for a passionate kiss. Lizzie's hand settled to the back of Jo's neck where she gently squeezed and released the skin at a pulsing pace. Neither cared how much oxygen they had lost the only thing that pulled them apart was the timer. Jo pulled away slowly out of breath before she stood to get the aprés ski lasagna. She gently placed it in the center of the table. 

Lizzie looked at in wonder "We always cook together I forget how good of a cook you are."

Jo rolled her eyes "I'm not a good cook I'm just very good at a few things."

Lizzie look at her bewildered "Thats bull shit-"

"Woah, language!" Jo quickly interrupted "The babies are right there."

Lizzie pointed to her belly "The babies are always right there."

Jo gave her a look, her look. One Lizzie challenged "Right now their Mother is playing a crazed ax killer. Shit is the least of their issues."

"Lizzie!" Jo's eyes widened

Lizzie laughed, "You are a cute Mama Bear,"

Jo blushed, "So how was work, my favorite psychopath?"

Lizzie rolled her eyes with a smile "So today..."

After they ate Jo helped Lizzie out of her chair "What now?" Lizzie asked,

Jo raised her brow "Who says I have more planned?"

"I'm not saying you did," Lizzie challenged sweetly

"Well, I do." She smiled "You are going to lay on this couch and sip your juice while I throw these dishes in the sink then I will come back and rub your feet before a play piano."

Lizzie smiled "I love you,"

Jo leaned down kissing her  "I love you too,"

After the dishes were put in the sink Jo walked over to the couch sitting criss-cross at the end she took Lizzie's foot in her lap before gently taking her socks off. As Jo messaged her she was met with a chorus of sighs and hums and purrs. Once she finished she knew Lizzie was close to asleep. She walked over to the small upright playing a soft soundtrack. Once she knew Lizzie was asleep she played music off her phone before moving to the bedroom to prepare one last surprise for her wife. Rose petals, candles, soft music, strawberries, whipped cream, and ice.

To be continued.

A/N: When I describe Jo's arms they are like Jennifer Morrisons/Emma Swan's arms.