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sif,
tyr

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Characters: Sif and Tyr
Date/Time: Thursday, April 12th
Location: Their house
Rating: Probably no more than PG13
Warnings: Possible TMI
Summary: You know that whole "Fertility Goddess" thing...?

Sif rubbed her head. She'd just been feeling... off the last few days. Maybe it was leftover from when they had their powers. Maybe it was just part of the stresses of getting back from their trip and working at her fledgling new bakery and planning her wedding... And maybe... just maybe...

She glanced at the clock. Tyr would be home soon. Tina was with her mother today. She looked at the little pink box. Normally she didn't run this late. She'd just take the test and put her mind at ease one way or another.

Heading into the bathroom, she followed the directions... and stared at the box. At the little line that didn't match the "control" box. She heard the door open and close--Tyr was home. A little numb, test still in her hand, she headed downstairs.

"Hi, sweetheart. How was work?" she asked.

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"It went pretty good, actually. Took the guys awhile to get used to the idea that I was a god, but when they realized I was still me, they warmed back up pretty quick," he said gratefully.

She chuckled.
"That's good. My assistant was much the same way."

She cleared her throat.
"So... Anything surprising happen today?"

"Not a lot, though Mitch did come to work dressed as a Viking opera singer to razz me," Tyr chuckled. "Pigtails and everything."

Sif laughed.
"Oh, that must have been a riot!"

She smiled shyly.
"...I have a surprise for you, too."

"It was. And then Danny said Mitch didn't need padding for the bra," he chuckles, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

He raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Sif nodded, and wordlessly pressed the little plastic stick into his hand.

And he looks. "I..wow," he said, sitting down while looking at it. "I mean..I knew it'd probably happen but..having proof right in front of me..."

"Well, it explains why I've felt a little off the past few days," she joked weakly.

"...are you okay?"

"Yeah," he took her hand, pressing a kiss to it. "Just a lot to think about. I can only imagine how Tina's going to react to this."

Sif nodded soberly.
"Yes, I know. There have been so many changes for her in the past few months. Her father dating again, getting remarried, moving, turning out to be a god... And now a new little brother or sister on the way. ...I hope she doesn't hate me for turning her life upside-down like this."

"Tina is not a hateful child," Tyr assured. "Maybe..maybe a little upset at times, but she just doesn't hate people."

"Well, that's good. I didn't mean to cause all these changes so suddenly... I mean, six months ago we'd barely started dating. Now we're two months away from getting married, going to have a new baby... But I don't regret any of it." Sif squeezed his hand.

"To be fair, we've known each other for much longer than six months." He squeezes back. "Me neither."

Sif smiled.
"Very true. And I'm sure little Tyr Junior will be a wonderful addition to the family," she said warmly, patting her still-flat stomach.

"Tyr Jr?" he asked playfully.

Sif grinned and shrugged.
"Well, I only found out a few minutes ago. I haven't had much time to plan for names," she teased.

"Something to think about." He suddenly smiles. "You're having my baby."

She smiled back.
"I am. A healthy, strapping son for you," she said proudly. "Well, maybe. We won't be able to tell for sure for a few months yet at least... But I think it'll be a boy."

"A hunch, dear?"

"Maternal instinct," she answered with a wink. "We already have a lovely little girl. A bouncing baby boy will round that out nicely."

She grinned.
"How long do you want to wait before we announce it? Tell our parents... and Tina... our friends... OH! And I'm sure Frigg and Sigyn will be delighted by the news!"

"Not too long. Tina's too observant for her own good sometimes," he informed.

Sif nodded.
"Yes, she certainly is." She paused. "...does she know yet where babies come from, exactly?"

And Tyr goes pale. "Oh crap..."

Sif patted his hand.
"I think she's old enough to at least learn the basics. I mean, when I was her age, I knew more or less how things worked because I saw it all the time with the animals on nearby farms. She doesn't necessarily need to know the finer points of conception right now, but I think it'll be a good learning process for her as the baby develops."

"Maybe, but what father wants to have that conversation with his daughter?" He took a breath. "You're probably right though."

"Do you want me to be the one to discuss it with her?" Sif offered.

"Maybe..but I should be there."

"All right," Sif agreed, "You just tell me when you want to get it over with."

She flashed him a mischievous grin.
"So. Excited?"

"Nervous as hell," he joked. "but yeah, excited too."

"We'll be fine. We will have a beautiful and healthy baby, and we will love him to death," she said, kissing his cheek, "Merry Christmas early."

He chuckles. "Real early, but Merry Christmas, honey." And he moves to give her a kiss.

Sif kissed him back readily.
"I suppose this means we'll have to start turning the guest room into a nursery."

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