"What are you doing?" Josh asked from the kitchen doorway, amusement lacing his sleep-roughened voice.

Donna hastily gulped down a spoonful of pudding. "Nothing."

He smirked at her and slowly shuffled across the floor to wear she stood in front of the open refrigerator door. "Really? Because it looks like you were raiding the fridge. Again."

She ducked her head for a second before looking defiantly up at him. "Not again," she protested as she surreptitiously scooped up another mouthful of pudding.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly doubting her, and she quickly put the remaining pudding back in the fridge. Turning back to him with one hand pressed firmly against her burgeoning belly, she said, "It's not my fault. She was hungry!"

His lowered his brow and offered her a genuinely pleased smile while reaching out a hand to touch the small bump of her stomach. "She was hungry, huh? Third night this week," he observed as he stroked his hand in small circles against her tummy.

Donna leaned into his touch and rested her head against his shoulder. "I don't like this pregnancy thing," she mumbled. "Mood swings, insomnia, late night cravings..."

"You don't say," he murmured sympathetically as he pulled her to him for a full hug. "It won't be much longer."

"Three more months," Donna sighed. "Three more months of feeling like a hormonal whale."

Josh sniggered. "Would that be beluga or orca?"

Raising her head to give him a withering glare, she smacked her hand against the side of his head. "Orca?!"

"Hey! I was just teasing!" he protested, holding his hands out in front of him in self-defense.

"New rule," she declared. "No making fun of the pregnant woman."

"I wasn't �" He stopped and sighed, knowing he was beat. "No more making fun of you. Although, in my defense, I wasn't making fun of *you*. I was making fun of� ok. I'm stopping. Right now."

"Thank you."

"So� what was that you were eating?" he asked.

"Pudding. I had a huge craving for banana pudding," she explained.

His brows knit together and he pulled the refrigerator door open again so he could survey the contents. "We have pudding?"

"Yes."

"When did we get pudding?"

"The last time we went grocery shopping," she told him. "Remember how I made you buy the little pudding cups and then the little applesauce things?"

His expression cleared and he grinned at her as he handed her a fresh pudding container and then snagged one for himself. "Yeah. I remember teasing you about your need to buy everything in the miniature size."

She nodded and pulled the foil of her cup. "Ergo, we have pudding."

"Because both you and our daughter like pudding. And things in mini sizes," Josh said.

Donna beamed at him. "Yes."

"Does she also like staying up late at night?" he asked around a mouthful. "Because then I could be sure she was my kid too."

"I'm pretty sure that's a lock," Donna replied, giggling a little. "But just in case you were in doubt, yes, she seems to love being up late at night."

"Good."

"So says you. You're not the one getting kicked all night long."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You're sure about that?"

She frowned a little. "Not from the inside, at least."

"True. We'll have to teach her that kicking her mom is not a good idea," he said, taking her empty pudding cup and setting it on the counter next to his.

"Tomorrow maybe," Donna agreed, smothering a small yawn.

"Yeah. Right now we should go back to bed. It's late, and I'm sure she understands that her parents want to get some sleep before going to work in� three hours," Josh said as he took Donna's elbow and steered her back towards the bedroom.

"Ok. I think she's down for the night, anyhow."

"Good. And now you're going down for the night too," he said, smiling as he helped her into bed and tucked her beneath the covers. He climbed in beside her and spooned up against her back. "'Night."

"'Night."

And then the Family Lyman all went to sleep.

~End~