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Marinette had been getting more self-conscious about her body the longer the pregnancy went on.
Presently, she was standing in front of her mirror, staring at herself with a frown. She was fiddling with the button of her jeans that just would not do up.
"Arrgh!" she growled as she threw the button angrily from her hands. Her pants separated at the top again, showing a hint of red and black spotted underwear peeking out of the top.
Dick put down his book and walked over to her. He gently wrapped one of his arms around her stomach. The other around her shoulders, gripping her shoulder as he pulled himself to her for a hug from behind.
"They're not going to fit, Mars."
"I know," she responded tearfully. "I just feel so ugly."
He looked a bit closer. She had caked on her make-up. Usually she didn't wear any at all.
"Oh sugar, you're gorgeous. You look perfect for today." He couldn't help the grin as he said, "A real 10/10."
Marinette squinted her overly-done eyes into a glare. "...A 10. Out of 10."
"Yeah! You're 5 by 5 baby," Dick continued on. "I can't help falling for you in autumn."
Her suspicious look continued. "Wouldn't that make 25?"
Dick removed the hand from her belly to cover his mouth with a dramatic gasp. "Have you never seen Buffy? It means you're a 10."
He held up both hands out in front of her signaling two groups of five.
"The only scale I'm maxing out is the weight scale Dick."
"Personally, I love every single curve this pregnancy has given you." He jokingly turned his hands inwards towards her chest and pretended to grope her barely contained breasts.
She smacked his hand away playfully and sighed. "Even the tiger stripes?"
"Especially the tiger stripes. They make you fierce." He added in an Austin Powers voice, "Very rawr baby." He made a pawing motion momentarily which made her roll her eyes. He ran his finger along the visible stretch marks coming up from her still unbuttoned jeans.
He decided he needed to block her view for a moment and moved in front of her. He knelt down and kissed along the biggest ones that she had complained about before.
"You're perfect Mars, just the way you are. And our kid will be too." He trailed kisses up her belly as he spoke.
She sighed and smiled a bit.
He rose up again and kissed her sweetly on the lips. He came away with the taste of lipstick, knowing his lips were now the same dark red as hers.
"Now what do you say we rub off all this paint and go find you some maternity clothes that will fit you properly and make you feel more like yourself again?"
She nodded. "I'd like that."
She changed into a pair of sweatpants that had a very stretchy elastic band on them.
He had just about gotten away with the whole thing when she stopped to grab her purse that was hanging on a peg by the calendar.
"Richard John Grayson. It's October 10th. Please tell me you didn't make another date pun? I thought we were done with these!"
"Okay? I won't!" He grabbed the keys and gave her a shit eating grin, knowing she would let him get away with it.
After a morning of shopping for maternity clothes, Marinette had returned home glowing and confident in her appearance - at least for now. At least she was comfortable and didn't feel like she was pouring out of her clothes.
They arrived at the manor in time for Alfred to indicate that dinner was ready. A full turkey dinner with all the fixings.
"What's the occasion?" Marinette asked.
"Canadian Thanksgiving! Any excuse to celebrate and spend time with family," Dick explained.
Alfred nodded in agreement, adding, "You are absolutely glowing, Ms. Marinette."
"Thank you, Alfred," she responded. "The morning sickness is gone now. I'm just expanding at this point."
"I think we are all expanding tonight," Jason quipped as they piled their plates with food. "Food baby time!"
As the meal wound down and everyone groaned from overeating, Dick got up, stretching. He patted his belly and made it protrude as much as possible.
"How do I measure up?" he joked.
Marinette laughed and patted his belly. "Very 10/10 baby."