The last three months

Soft, friendly banter

A/N:This chapter and all the chapters following will be written in a different style than the first one because it was just strange to write that way as I was experimenting with that style so I hope you guys don't mind that they're fairly different styles anyway hope you enjoy:3

Agatha waddled into the kitchen the next morning, one hand pressed against her lower back and the other cradling her belly. The morning light spilled across the room, casting a warm glow over the scene. Her eyes immediately caught Rio's; she stood by the counter, a spatula in hand, grinning as she raised her eyebrows. There was a mischievous spark in her expression that Agatha had grown to love, a look that promised there was always something to laugh about.

"Is that my fierce mother duck?" Rio teased, reaching out to give her belly a gentle pat, her fingers lingering in a soft caress. "Look at you, taking the whole kitchen by storm!"

Agatha rolled her eyes, lips curving into a reluctant smile. "You're impossible," she muttered, though her tone betrayed the affection she couldn't quite mask.

As if on cue, the baby gave a little kick, a fluttering sensation just below her ribcage that left her both breathless and amused. She glanced down, then up at Rio, who was watching her with a look of utter adoration.

Rio's grin widened. Without missing a beat, she crouched down so she was face-level with Agatha's belly. Her cheek rested gently against the soft, round curve, and she began speaking softly, her voice gentle but laced with excitement. "You hear that, little one?" she murmured, eyes twinkling as she glanced up at Agatha. "Your mama's the coolest witch on the block. You're gonna have the best stories, all thanks to her. And that's a promise."

Agatha chuckled, her hand instinctively moving to run through Rio's dark hair as she listened. The baby kicked again, a little harder this time, as if responding to the sound of Rio's voice. Rio's eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked up, meeting Agatha's gaze. "See? He already knows who the real Agatha Harkness is. Your mama's a legend."

The sound of Agatha's laughter filled the kitchen, bright and unguarded, reverberating with a warmth that felt as if it was wrapping around them both. She shook her head, unable to resist the infectious joy Rio brought into her life. "You do know he's going to have your personality, right?" Agatha teased, giving a light tug to Rio's hair.

"Obviously," Rio grinned, her voice playfully confident as she straightened up, wrapping an arm around Agatha's shoulders. "How could he not? Charisma just runs in my side of the family."

Agatha leaned into Rio's embrace, savoring the closeness. "He'll be a handful, then," she said, trying to sound exasperated but betraying herself with the softness in her voice. Her hand drifted down to rest atop her belly, fingers tracing gentle circles as she marveled at the life growing within her. "But a good handful," she added, glancing up at Rio with a fond smile.

As the day wound down, they found themselves settled into bed, the evening calm wrapping around them like a cozy blanket. Agatha lay back against a stack of pillows, her feet propped up and her hands folded over her belly. Rio nestled beside her, a tender look in her eyes as she glanced from Agatha's face to her belly.

Rio leaned in close, pressing a gentle kiss to Agatha's belly. "Our boy's got moves already," she chuckled, feeling the faint nudge of a little foot against her lips. She glanced up at Agatha with a playful glint in her eye. "Think he'll have your grace or my rhythm?"

Agatha let out a soft laugh, reaching up to ruffle Rio's hair. "Well, if he's already this much of a handful, he's clearly taking after you."

Rio gasped in exaggerated shock, clutching her chest with mock offense. "Excuse me? I'll have you know I was an angel."

"Oh, sure," Agatha quipped, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes. "An angel who snuck out to every concert within a ten-mile radius and convinced her best friend to ditch classes."

Rio shrugged, her grin widening. "Guilty as charged. And now, I'm married to the coolest witch in town. Pretty good deal, if you ask me."

They lay there, their laughter mingling with the quiet rustling of sheets as they shared stories, each memory sparking another. Soon, Agatha's eyes were beginning to droop, her head leaning against Rio's shoulder as sleep beckoned. Just before she drifted off, Rio pressed one last kiss to her temple, her voice soft and warm.

"We're in this together, Aggie. Always."

Agatha's lips curved in a sleepy smile, feeling the strength of their bond envelop her as she drifted off. She knew that whatever lay ahead, they'd face it side by side—armed with humor, love, and, most importantly, each other.