Jess rolls around in the bed, she drapes he arm around me, her tummy against my side. Jess snores soundly and I seem to be wide awake. I can hear raindrops fall on the rooftop and the sound of Winston getting ready for work. "Jess," I mumble as I shift to face her.

"Wha?" she asks groggily.

I kiss her lips lightly, kissing her awake. "We need to wake up," I tell her.

"No," she says, as she opens her eyes, revealing those baby blues. I hope our baby has her eyes.

"You have to go to school," I inform her.

"Ugh, I'm eight months pregnant, they could just give me a break," Jess says grumpily.

"They will give you a break, it's called maternity leave," I tell her with a laugh.

Jess gives me feisty look, smiles, and then pulls me in for a kiss. "We have time," she tells me as she reaches for the hem of my t-shirt.

"We always have time," I tell her as I kiss her neck—liking where this morning is going.

Schmidt is here, again. "Schmidt, the morning is usually the only time Jess and I have ten seconds alone, could you just respect that?" Nick asks as Jess munches on a bowl of Fruit Loops.

"From what I heard when I came in, you two got plenty of alone time. Winston was practically running from the loft when I caught him in the hall," Schmidt says as he puts his hands up in defense.

Jess turns red and looks to me. "Seriously, Schmidt? Jar, now," Jess demands.

Schmidt gets out his wallet and shakes his head. "I don't even live here anymore!" he yells.

"You're here more than you are at your place," Nick informs him.

"Because Cece is on a two week business trip, what am I supposed to do for excitement? See a movie by myself? Play Jenga by myself? How about watching The Bachelor? I can't do these things alone," Schmidt complains.

"Oh! I recorded The Bachelor last night; we can watch it when I get home!" Jess says excitedly.

I put my head in my hands. Jess kisses my cheek and makes her way to the door. "The fat pregnant woman faces the world!" Jess sings as she closes the door behind her.

"You're not fat, you're pregnant—there is a difference!" I shout after her with a smile on my face.

"Nick, you really do have a way with words," Schmidt laughs.

"Shut up, Schmidt," I tell him.

"So what are we doing today? What's the plan my brotha?" Schmidt asks as if he were ghetto.

"I have class is fifteen minutes," I admit as I stand up.

"I don't know why you decided to go back to law school. I thought you'd always be that guy that just gives up," Schmidt informs me.

"Just for that, I'm leaving. Not all of us can have fancy jobs where you barely work, have a 401k, and enjoy life. Some of us have a family to support, because I, unlike you, have grown up," I say to him.

"Nick, don't give me that grown up bull, Jess does your laundry and you spend your Saturdays playing Sims," Schmidt says with attitude.

"That happens to be a great game," I tell him, offended.

Class goes by slow, but with every class I am kind of brought back to the reason I went to law school in the first place. Maybe I don't want to be a big fancy lawyer and fight million dollar cases, fighting for the small guy will be enough for me. Jess encouraged me to do whatever I feel comfortable, but when I found out I was going to be a dad, I realized I can't be a bartender forever.

I plan on being done in a matter of weeks; I will graduate law school around the time our little boy should be here. Life is changing, quickly.

When I get home, Schmidt is on the couch with Winston, drinking beer and watching TV. "Hey man," Winston says.

I smile and nod. I check my watch as I grab a beer—2:00pm—an hour and a half till Jess gets home, perfect. "Hey, I need you two to help me with something," I tell Winston and Schmidt.

"Name it," Winston replies.

"As long as it's nothing sexual Nick, I'd do anything for you," Schmidt says seriously.

I give him a look of disgust. "I need to put together the crib and changing table, I promised Jess I'd do it this week, and I figured I would surprise her. I was wondering if you guys could help?" I ask.

"As long as we read the directions, none of that flying by the sear of my pants crap you always pull," Schmidt says.

An hour later, the directions don't seem to be doing us any good because we're so lost. "It's because Jess buys this cheap furniture, I mean Nick you want your child sleeping in something made in Vietnam? You know what's in Vietnam?" Schmidt comments.

"It's just a crib," I reply with a sigh.

I then hear the door open and we all turn to see Jess walking in, looking exhausted. "Why are you home early?" I ask as I get up to greet her.

"I may or may not have blacked out," Jess mumbles.

"What? You blacked out?" I ask worriedly.

"Just a little," Jess admits.

"How do you black out just a little?" Winston asks.

"I don't know I was standing there, and I've been so tired with everything, I don't know, they sent me home," Jess says as she collapses into the couch. "Oh! The crib, Nick!" she squeals happily.

"Jess, you're avoiding the subject. Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" I wonder. Sometimes Jess can be impossibly frustrating. Jess likes to hide things which she knows I don't want to hear.

"I'm fine, the baby kicked on the way home. It's fine, no harm done," Jess says defensively.

"I'm calling Sadie, she is coming over right away," I say as I grab the phone.

"Nick, she's fine," Winston defends.

I turn back to her and she gives me a faint smile. "Come here," she says.

I take a seat next to her; she takes my hand and places it on her rounded stomach. I feel relief as soon as I feel a series of kicks. Jess turns to Winston and Schmidt. "Come here," she tells them.

Winston and Schmidt join us on the couch, we all have a hand on Jess' stomach and we feel the kicks. "See it's okay," Jess says.

"I'm still calling Sadie," I tell her. Jess just smiles and kisses me.

"PDA you two," Schmidt complains.

Winston laughs and takes his hand off of Jess' stomach. "That is the weirdest most amazing thing I've ever felt," he says shaking his head.

"Right?" Jess agrees.

We spend the rest of our night on the couch, and after a vote, (Jess gets two votes one for the baby another for herself) we watch The Bachelor. Jess sits leaning on me and I place my hand on her stomach—protecting our baby.

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