The Baby

Sweet Dreams

Ruby's POV: 

I was just getting home from a photoshoot in the late afternoon, when I heard a noise coming from Phoebe and I's room. It sounded like a laugh mixed with deep breathing. As I got closer I realized it was Phoebe, asleep in the bed. She had both hands resting on her belly while her chest rose and fell with each breath that she took. She looked so peaceful laying there with a faint smile on her face. Not wanting to wake her just yet, I crawled in bed beside her, propping myself up on an elbow to gaze at her gorgeous face. In times like these, I had to remember to pinch myself; none of it seemed real having the perfect wife who was about to give birth to our perfect daughter.

As I continued to lay there, watching Phoebe sleep, she began to laugh again. If only I were able to peek inside her brain and know what she could have been laughing about. Recently, Phoebe had been having many strange and elaborate dreams from the pregnancy hormones. Every morning, we would cuddle together in bed as she recounted her dreams that night, making me laugh at the ridiculous tales she would tell, and fall even more in love with her, if that were even possible. I laid there for about fifteen minutes until I heard her stomach grumble. I decided I should wake her up so she could get some food and be able to sleep through the night tonight.

"Hey baby girl..." I whispered in her ear, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her in close to my chest. "It's time to wake up."

Phoebe smiled, her eyes blinking as they slowly opened and met mine. "Hi babe. When did you get home?" She nuzzled her head into my neck as I kissed the top of her head.

"Oh not too long ago. I was letting you sleep some since I know Baby Finley has been keeping you up all night."

"Thanks Rubs. You know, you and I need to be stocking up on sleep before this baby gets here... She could have us both up all night for weeks." She laughed as she saw my face twist up, cringing at the thought of little to no sleep. I make a big deal about it, but she knows I would be more than happy to stay up all night with her and her baby no matter how tired I will be.

"I guess we will have to wait and see," I said, planting kisses along her hairline. "Is it time to get up yet, love?"

Phoebe shook her head, pressing her body even closer to mine. I laced our fingers together, bringing them down to rest on her belly. Laying there in awe of my little family, my eyes welled up with tears. Never had I thought that I could possess so much love for someone, and now that someone was about to bring a child into the world that I would love just as much. You would have thought I was the pregnant one from how shaken my emotions had been recently. Phoebe looked up at me just as the tears of joy began to roll down my cheeks. I smiled wide at my wife who did not ask me what was wrong for she knew exactly what I was thinking about. As tears began forming in her eyes as well, I caught her lips with mine, kissing her passionately.

Thinking about becoming parents changed our perspective on a lot of things in our lives. We were no longer living for ourselves; we were going to have someone to provide for and to love unconditionally. As scary as that sounded to me, I grew to become so excited at the thought and privilege of being Finley's mum along side Phoebe, who I had no doubt in my mind would be the best damn mommy in the world.

After many persuasive attempts to keep me in bed, I ended up picking Phoebe up, bridal style, and placing her on the floor beside the bed.  It was for her own good, and for my general entertainment.  She pouted as she threw on her Faircloth cotton tee and knit shorts, her favorite maternity outfit since she passed the 35 week mark.  As much as she didn't want to get out of bed, the first thing she did was storm off to the kitchen for some food. Did I know her well or what?

The rest of the day was peaceful, not involving much but sorting through various clothes, toys and accessories that had been sent by friends, family, and even fans.  It was around eight o' clock when we settled down on the couch after a simple dinner.  We resumed our normal sitting position which had become a ritual for the past few weeks; Phoebe sat with her back up against the arm rest, laying her swollen feet in my lap.  As I picked up her right ankle to massage it, a thought crossed my mind. 

"Pheebs, I forgot to ask you.  What were you dreaming about earlier this afternoon? You were laughing and it seemed like a good one."

She smiled to herself, remembering every detail of the dream. "Well, don't laugh because it wasn't a really crazy one this time.  But it was really, really good.  I dreamt that Finley had just turned one and we were having a party for her.  She started being really funny and wanting attention, so she shoved her hands in the cake and wiped it all over her face.  Well, being the amazing wife you are, you went to  pick her up and she grabbed your face, transferring the cake from her chubby little hands on to your cheeks.  You couldn't even get mad at her because she just smiled at you showing some of her little teeth coming in. She was just too adorable to be mad at." She paused to look down at her belly, thinking about the possibility of our daughter actually doing this some day.  I knew without her saying a word how excited she was for this day to come, as was I.

We laid on the couch for an hour or so while I rubbed Phoebe's aching feet unaware that she had fallen back asleep.  I couldn't imagine how exhausted she must be from having to carry Finley around 24/7.  I'll have to remember that after she's born; I will carry her around every where we go to make it up to Phoebe.  Not wanting her to sleep on the couch all night, I gently scooped her up into my arms and brought her to our bed, tucking her in and placing a gentle kiss on her lips, trying my best not to wake her up.  

I brought my body down to Phoebe's belly for some one on one time with my daughter.  I put my hands on either side of the bump bringing my lips to the surface of her skin, kissing lightly around her cute little belly button. I saw a foot gently press up against the side of Phoebe's stomach nearest to my face. It was like Finley was trying to get my attention. So I gave it to her, knowing she could somewhat hear the sound of my familiar voice.

"Hey Finn. This is mum. Mommy is hopefully sleeping so please don't wake her up tonight. She really wants her sleep, but she wouldn't ever say that because she loves you too much.  I can't wait to see your beautiful little face in a couple of weeks and, finally, hold you in my arms. Mommy and I have been working so hard to get your room ready, so I'm sure you're going to like it.  You are going to have more clothes and toys than we know what to do with, little girl.  Wow. This is going to be one hell, I mean HECK, of a ride. I'm going to need to work on that before you get here, sorry.  I love you so much. Sweet dreams."