"Night, babe," I say as I give him a kiss. "Night." I walk to my room and the babies are kicking, and I growl. "Calm down, we're going to sleep now," I mumble to them as I rub my stomach.
I laid down in bed and switched off the TV. Moose was just in the other room beside mine. I sigh and lay on my side, slowly closing my eyes to go to sleep.
Then the babies start kicking.
Well this is just great. I slowly rub my stomach and shush the children, and try to continue to sleep. Nope. That's not fucking happening. They keep kicking.
I sit up in bed, grab a bottle of Tylenol and take two tablets with a swig of water. I turn on the TV and turn on the small lamp beside my bed so the room is still dim.
I start to watch Ghost Adventures for a while but the babies kept on kicking. And it was getting annoying.
I went downstairs to eat some Taki's, to see if that could get my mind of the kicking. No. Of course not.
I sighed and went back upstairs to George's room.
"George? I can't sleep," I say. "Come here, baby," he says. He wraps his arms loosely around my waist and sits me on his lap, while rubbing my stomach. It made me sleepy. And the babies stop kicking.
"Goodnight, love," he said as I drifted off to sleep.
