It was a normal night in for the two of them. Benny was leaning against one arm of the couch, slumped back into it. His eyes were drifting shut from the warmth of the fire and the comfort of you by his side. You were tucked against the crook of his shoulder, snuggled up as close as you could get. He felt you shift slightly and he opened his eyes, looking down.

"Did th' baby kick?" he asked, his voice a low rumble as he leaned down. His heavy, calloused hand rested on your belly, feeling the little guy moving around. He couldn't help the little chuckle he let out, even when you grimaced. "Active little thing, aintcha? Just like your mama." He smiled at you, mustache twitching a bit when you smacked him on the shoulder. "Easy, Mama Bear. Put those claws away, woman. Tryin' to have a heart-to-heart here."

Benny leaned down further, pressing his ear to your belly. He exaggeratedly acted out a conversation, nodding along to nothing as he grinned. "What's that, little bear? Mama should take it easy on your old man, right? How 'bout you tell her that?" He looks up, eyes twinkling. "Hear that? I think the little one agrees with me." He ignored the way you rolled your eyes, sitting up and pressing a kiss to your lips. He rubbed a thumb along your cheek, gazing down at you for a long moment. A song on the radio played, and he watched the mischievous spark in your eyes grow.

You were already pulling him up to stand before he could say anything. That didn't stop him from grumbling, even though he readily took you into his arms. His face was a tad flushed as they swayed. He never liked dancing; he had no sense of rhythm. But here, in front of the fireplace and away from anyone? He figured he could try, at least.