It Will Come Back [Frank Castle].

Stay

Frank watched from his position by the closet as Michelle tried to wrestle herself into a pair of old jeans. He pulled out his blue jacket she had gotten him for his birthday last year, and put it on, eyes never leaving her.

She was squirming shirtless on the bed and cursing the textile industry out, looking absolutely adorable as she did so. Fuzzy was curled up on the floor by the bottom of the bed, taking a nap, and Max was chewing enthusiastically on a squeak toy in the living room.

"You need some help?" he asked, coming over to his grumpy lady.

She looked up at him, miserable. "I can't tell if it's my ass or my belly that's the problem." She gave another tug on the waist, grunting when the fabric hardly budged.

His smile, always so bright these days, made her want to punch him in the face. "I don't think either are a problem, if you ask me. The opposite, actually."

Michelle let out a high whine, her arm reaching out to slap his jean clad thigh. "You did this to me, Frank! This is your fault, and since it is, you should help me peel these stupid jeans off and find me my - "

Frank held up the peach colored maternity dress, already three steps ahead of her. "Hmm?"

She pouted, looking regretful. "Oh..." She took the dress from him. "Sorry for blaming you."

Leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, Frank gently tugged the jeans off of her. She placed her hands protectively over her round belly as she twisted and turned to help him out. When the were off, he folded the jeans up and stuck them in the closet for when the baby in her belly no longer kept her from wearing them.

Turning back around, he saw Michelle was already dressed and struggling to find a pair of shoes that would give the most support for her aching back and swollen feet. He went over and helped her into a cute pair of sneakers with memory foam inside.

She waddled her way over to the closet, pushing hangers aside until she found a black hoodie of his that had become her favorite. It was a little faded from all of the times he had to wash blood from it, but it was soft and warm enough for a mid-September night.

He slowly raked his gaze up and down her form, unable to help it as he shivered in desire. As much as it probably set him with the undesirables of his gender, he couldn't help but think that looked good when pregnant with his child and draped in one of his hoodies. "Ready?"

"Yeah, Caveman, I'm ready."

She could read him like a book.

Frank grabbed the keys while Michelle grabbed the wine. They both did a walk through their new home - courtesy of a college professor and a hit man's paychecks - to make sure they had all they needed. Max got up and tried, in vain, to follow them both around as they kept crossing paths, and eventually settled down with Fuzzy in the bedroom. When they were sure they were set, they dished out goodbye pets and gave a quick triple-check to make sure their furry babies had enough food and water before walking out the door.

They were going to have dinner with The Defenders and Co., and with the due date quickly approaching, they didn't know when they'd next be able to have a quiet night with friends.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Jessica and Michelle screamed in unison as the detective found herself being in the impossibly tight clutches of a pregnant lady.

"I need you to take a breath, and then push when I say push, you push," Claire instructed. "Push!"

"AHHHHH!"

"AHHHHH!"

Frank wiped sweat from Michelle's forehead, dodging easily as she tried to clamp down on him like she did with Jessica. "You're doing so good, baby. So good. You got this."