Just a little oneshot, sort of continued from the freaking adorable scene the other night. Basically. Anyways, tell me what you think.
"So how was your day?" Danny whispered to Lindsay's belly. Lindsay, cuddled in his lap with her head on his shoulder, sighed in sleep and wiggled close to his warm body.
Danny kissed her head softly and stroked her hair to help her deepen her sleep.
"Probably not that eventful, huh?" Danny asked, "I mean, you're all warm in there, sleeping. Doctor said you suck your thumb sometimes, too, huh? From that last picture we got of you, she said. You're getting pretty big." He rubbed the belly softly with his thumb, back and forth across the surface.
Lindsay sighed again and attempted to find a comfortable position. She'd spent the entire night trying to find an acceptable way to sleep, her tossing having awoken Danny somewhere around two o'clock in the morning. He'd helped her adjust herself on the bed until finally he'd given up and pulled her into his arms, where she'd fallen into a restless sleep.
"We're all set for you, you know that?" Danny asked softly, pressing his hand flat on Lindsay's round belly. He slid his hand lower, to the hem of the faded Giants shirt Lindsay was wearing, and slid it under to feel her skin.
It was soft to the touch – almost silky, what with the amount of cocoa butter she put on it daily – and warm. Still, his hands were warmer. Sometimes she would take off her gloves and hold his hands while they walked out in the brisk air, maintaining that it was much better than the thin material of her gloves.
"The room is painted. I did it in blue, but we can change it when you get older if you don't like it," he whispered, as though the two of them had a huge secret. In Danny's eyes, it was a secret, considering Lindsay wasn't allowed in the room until the paint dried and it was no longer toxic.
"We got a crib set up for you, too. Took me long enough. Thing had about a thousand pieces," Danny sighed, leaning back against the headboard. It banged against the wall with a dull thud, and Danny paused, waiting to see if Lindsay would wake up.
She gave a murmured "unh," but remained nestled against his chest, still sleeping.
"We don't wanna wake up mommy," Danny whispered, rubbing the skin that his hand was pressed to. He felt a quick flutter under his fingertips and smiled. "Shh-shh," he said softly.
"Danny?" Lindsay murmured, her eyes barely opening. "The baby kicked," she muttered, smiling.
"I know, honey. Go back to sleep, OK?" he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. He hummed softly, rocking her back and forth until her eyes closed again.
"We should get to sleep, baby," he whispered to the still air of their bedroom, and rubbed the tight skin of Lindsay's belly once more. "We got a doctor's appointment tomorrow. And it's early, too."
After a moment's hesitation, Danny slid his hand out from under Lindsay's shirt, kissed it, and pressed it back to her stomach. He turned and kissed Lindsay's head again before letting his eyes close in sleep.