Two weeks have passed since Astrid's hospital visit and she's now become a pregnant demon. She's just uncomfortable and in pain and I don't blame her bad mood, however she has unleashed a temper on all of us that would melt the snows of winter.

Only my ma can survive any length of time with her without a nasty comment or a snarl of frustration. I bring her food, give her foot rubs, help her into a bath or two and occasionally if she's in the right mood, I give her cuddles.

Despite her irritation with me, we still sleep in each other's arms at night. Astrid's stomach is always pressed against mine, meaning I can feel every shift and kick my daughter makes in my woman.

My little Eira is clearly ready to come out even if she's still a couple of weeks away from her due date. I made Astrid promise me that it was normal and that Eira wouldn't be hurt.

"Vidar!" Astrid hollers from upstairs, I wince and begin to walk towards her calls. Then I hear her tone change, she's not angry with me, she just wants me.

I run up the stairs quickly, Liam is spending the day with my ma and pa as I want him to have a strong relationship with them.

I find her leaning over the side of the bath in a crouched position, she's whimpering and groaning in discomfort. I drop to my knees and stroke her back.

"What's wrong, baby."

"I feel so sick when I move Vi, and I wanted to be with you." She whines and I smile a little at the second half of her sentence.

"It's a little hot in here, how about we go downstairs and sit together? Sound good?"

"Yes. Yes please, would yo-" she goes to ask me to carry her, but I cut her off swiftly by scooping her up bridal style, holding her close to my heart.

"Let's watch a film together, yeah?" I question. "Have a bit of a date night together?"

"Really? You want to go on a date with me?"

"Of course I do. You heard what the doctor calls you, soon it will be official."

She grins and squeezes her eyes shut tightly as I carry her down the stairs. The motion is probably making her feel a little bit more nauseous.

The sitting room is warm from the log burner that's burning in the corner. The floor is scattered with Liam's toys from when we were playing earlier as Astrid napped. Her body seems to be preparing itself for the time to come, she's resting a lot more, and eating loads- when she's not feeling gross and nauseous.

Setting her down on the leather sofa she instantly pulls the fur blanket over her body. We always joke that she's not made for the Canadian climate.

"What date night food do you fancy?"

She looks at me as I feel her brain flicking through food options, every now and then she pause and then grimaces or retches.

"Lasagna?" She questions hopefully.

"Of course baby." I know how much she has been enjoying my lasagna during this last section of her pregnancy so I made them in bulk and froze them for her.

I hand her the tv remote so she can flick through Netflix and decide what to watch.

While she's occupied with that, I turn to the freezer and pull out a lasagna, setting it in the oven as I switch it on. It will be ready in about an hour, perfect.

Astrid has paused her flicking on the previews for Stranger Things. Her eyes are wide with intrigue and excitement.

"That one then baby?" I'd watched a few episodes but it was never much fun t watch it without sharing it with someone.

"Do you mind?"

"Nope. Looks good. Plus looks a bit scary too so maybe you'll have to cwtch into me for protection." I grin teasingly, hoping to make her squirm and blush like she does. Instead her voice replies clear and confident.

"I'd do that anyway. Scary program or not."

"Aww baby..." I coo as I slide under the blanket beside her. However I can immediately feel it's not comfortable for her, so I twist until my back is against the armrest. I pull Astrid between my outstretched legs so she's half laying down-half sitting up on my chest. My arms wrap around her and settle on her bump.

She presses play on the program and the opening credits begin to play.

"I haven't watched Tv in three years!" She murmurs and cranes her neck to look at me. I frown.

"Well now you can watch it as much as you want. So long as this series is something for us to watch together."

She nods eagerly, one thing I've noticed with Astrid is that she desperately loves romantic gestures. Big or small. I suppose she missed out on a teen romance and hasn't felt love in years. I'll have to bring her some flowers soon to make her smile.

Shortly after the beginning of the second episode, the oven time goes off and we both groan knowing our comfy position is going to be ruined.

"I won't be long. You can keep watching." But Astrid shakes her head and pauses the show. As I stand she stand too, we walk over to the kitchen together hand in hand. I pull the lasagna out of the oven but I decide it might need a minute more.

"Is it not done?"

I shake my head. "No it needs a few more minutes. Hmmmm..." I pause dramatically, "what could we do for two minutes?"

Astrid giggles and steps in between my legs. Her bump admittedly makes this a little harder. I bend down and reach her lips. As I kiss her gently, I jump in surprise as she deepens the kiss. Her hands slide up my chest and into my hair.

She opens her mouth, inviting me. I'm more than happy to fulfil the unspoken instruction. Astrid has only had a handful of kisses in her life, all of them from me, so I nearly gasp in surprise as she dominates the kiss. Her tongue exploring mine and she eagerly leans towards me. Little moans escape her panting lips and the sounds go straight through me.

I flip us around so her back is pressed lightly against the counter, and her front tightly against my chest. Lightly, I feel her core begin to grind up against me, a subconscious action that makes her moan breathlessly. Just as I go to return and deepen this action, the timer for the lasagna goes off.

"Fuck me." I growl in irritation as I pull away from her.

A cheeky light grows in her eyes. "Not yet but maybe in a few months." I pinch her bottom and she cackles with laughter. It's so free and pure, a sound I've never heard her make. It's totally liberating and beautiful.

"Promise to laugh like that more often."

"I'll try. If you were a bit more funny maybe I'd laugh a bit more."

As I bend over to take the lasagna out of the over her little hand slaps my bottom. I suppose I asked for that but even so, who is this Astrid? I love the fire she seems to have found within her.

"Baby, do you want the lasagna."

"Of course I do, I'm starving!" Right, I forgot, never threaten a pregnant woman with the absence of food.

"That's why I'm dishing it up for you baby girl." I am frantically backtracking the joke and comment I was about to make following the ass slapping, but I realise now it probably wasn't the best choice.

I carry both plates, now ladened with food, back to the sitting room with Astrid padding after me.

We resume our previous position and begin eating as the amazing series starts to play again. After a while I notice Astrid is drifting off to sleep slightly so I switch of the tv. It's too noisy now anyway.

"This is almost perfect." I muse happily as I stroke my fingers up and down her arm. Noting the little goosebumps that follow my path- she's always so sensitive to my touch.

"Why only almost?" I detect the slight air of sadness in her tone.

"Because it would be better if you had Liam in your arms, and I had Eira in mine."

"Wait a minute? Why do you get Eira?"

"Because, baby," I lightly flick her nose and she huffs at me, "she's going to be a daddy's girl."

"Is she now?"

"Yes!" I say with absolute certainty, I am going to spoil my baby girl as much as her mother and brother... maybe even a little more if she stays little forever.