Lindsey's been out for two hours at least, but I can't fall asleep. I'm twisting and turning from one side to the other, but I just cannot get comfortable enough. With a heavy sigh I lie on my back, my hands clasped on my belly as I stare up at the ceiling. I'd turn the TV on, but I know there's nothing on at this time of night and I also don't want to wake Lindsey up. I could read a book, but I'd have to turn the light on. Or I could just eat. Yes, that sounds great!
Pushing the covers off myself, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and barefoot I walk to the kitchen. I open the fridge and quickly scan through it, deciding on what I'd like right now. Who am I kidding? I open the freezer instead and grab a bucket of ice cream. Taking a spoon first, I sit down at the kitchen table and dig in. Then I still, with a mouthful of ice cream. I quickly get up from my seat, too quick and I rush to the bedroom.
"Lindsey! Linds, wake up!"
I startle him and his eyes snap open as he sits up in bed, breathing heavily. "What's going on? Did someone break in or something?"
"No." I say with a chuckle, shaking my head. I approach his side of the bed. "The baby kicked."
"Seriously?" He grins, replacing my hands with his as we both wait for a moment. "I felt it!" He beams, he's so excited. He lands his feet on the floor and I stand in between his legs, his arms going around me. "Hey there, little one." He whispers, smiling, he then presses a kiss to where our baby's just kicked. "Steph, this is amazing." Lindsey looks up at me and I nod my agreement.
"This was the first time they really made themselves known." I say and Lindsey brings me down into his lap. "It's... I've never felt so much love for anyone." I add with a laugh. "Not even you."
"I get it." Lindsey nods his head, kissing my temple. "It's how it should be."
"That kick felt like it came from a girl."
"Oh yeah, you think so?" Lindsey smiles, pressing his palm to my belly again. "I'd love a Daddy's girl."
"Right, so you can always be the good guy and I have to deal with the difficult stuff." I roll my eyes, running my fingers through his curls. "But... yeah, I'd like to have a little girl, too." I admit, resting my chin on the top of his head, when he lays it on my chest.
"What were you doing out of bed anyway?" Lindsey asks, wrapping his arms around my middle.
"I couldn't sleep, so I decided I was kind of hungry. I had some ice cream."
Lindsey laughs lightly, shaking his head. "Babe, that's not food."
"It's what the baby wanted, Lindsey." I say, shrugging my shoulders.
"Of course." He goes along with it, kissing my neck. "But don't scare me like that, please. I thought, there was a burglar or something got caught on fire."
"I'm sorry, I just got excited. I didn't want you to miss it."
"No, you're right. I wouldn't have wanted to miss it." He agrees. I yawn. "Maybe you'll have better luck falling asleep now."
"Yeah." I nod, getting up to crawl into bed.
I manage to get comfortable, nestled in Lindsey's embrace. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers stroking my hair as he hums a melody I'm not really familiar with.
Half consciously, I speak up. "Are we going to see my Dad tomorrow, to tell him about the baby?"
"We are if you haven't changed your mind." Lindsey says. I know, he's not a big fan of the idea of having such a conversation with my father. They're civil around each other at best. I'm Daddy's little girl and Lindsey's still the man, who stole me from my father at such a young age.
"Goodnight." I speak through another yawn. "I love you."
"I love you, too Steph. Sleep tight." I hear Lindsey's voice, before I drift off.
