She feels his eyes on her that morning. He's always the first one to fall asleep, and she's slowly starting to realize that it's just to be the first one up. It's how she awakens every morning, as far as she can remember—with his eyes on her.

"I normally don't encourage you to keep sleeping, but right now I'm too exhausted to see you awake," she mumbles.

Turning onto her stomach, she fights the draft that was starting to get to her. The blanket only covered her lower half, since he had a thing about not letting her cover her entire body while they slept.

Peeking an eye open, she catches him again. That smirk on his face turns into a full blown smile, before he's laughing, that melodic kind of laughter that makes her blush and hide her face due to it.

"You're showing," he whispers, smile of his still on his face.

She can't help but roll her eyes at this. Well of course she's showing. She's not even dressed and that blanket's so low that she's ready to cover herself head to toe to get warm.

"You're an idiot," she mutters. But she reaches out and traces his lips lightly. Traces those same lips she can't seem to get enough of night and day. The same ones that manage to kiss every inch of her skin.

He puckers his lips and kisses her finger, laughing again. "I know," he says with a nod. "Doesn't change the fact that you're still showing." He cocks an eyebrow at that moment.

She seems to get the message by then. Quickly sitting up, she reaches for his boxers on her side of the bed and slips them on. Forgoing the bra, she covers her breasts with her hands and walks over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room.

It's a cross between a shriek and a scream when she sees exactly what he meant. There was her reflection, showcasing a slightly swollen belly where her abs used to be.

"Puck, I'm showing!" she shouts, turning to look at him.

He's got that goofy grin on his face as he nods. Getting up from the bed in that all too beautiful birthday suit of his, he walks over to her side of the dresser and grabs one of her markers. For once, he was glad she kept all of her art supplies around.

Grabbing her hand, he walks her over to one of their empty walls. Making her stand sideways, he begins to trace the outline of her belly against the wall.

"Eight weeks, you said?" he asks, not waiting for her answer before beginning to scribble something down on the wall.

The tears that fill her eyes aren't little ones, and she'd be lying if she blamed them on the hormones.

"All done," he tells her, standing up as he caps the marker closed.

She's definitely crying at this point as she sees the black outline on the wall. No wonder he wanted her to stand against the wall just a few weeks ago.

"I'd yell at you right now for ruining my wall but I can't," she tells him with a laugh, tears starting to get the best of her.

"You love me too much, right?" he tells her, wrapping his arms around her with a smirk as he pulls her closer.

She can't seem to form any words, so she settles for nodding as she sniffles away the tears.

"Let's see if we can make some twins," he tells her with a wink, leaning down and capturing her lips with his.

She'd have a remark or two for him, but she'd have to deliver the message to him later. Right now, they were trying for twins.