A/N: I'm on fire! hahaha.

Disclaimer: Nope still don't own The Big Bang Theory.

Parenthood: The Final Frontier

Or Snapshots of the first five years of Isaac Cooper's life

Chapter Two: Quickenings

Growing up, Sheldon had always been a light sleeper. Having Missy and George Jr. as siblings made it a necessity to be able to detect movements or sound, no matter how soft, to avert being the victim of an early morning prank. He also had poor blood circulation in his arms and legs which led to his layered approach to clothing. He carried these traits to adulthood and it made the first month of sleeping with Penny both a blessing and a curse. Penny was a bundle of energy both conscious and not and her tossing and turning woke him up at weird hours of the night. However, she was also soft and warm and these contradicting factors brought him a conundrum until he found that 'spooning' her kept the movements to a minimum and kept him warm. It was killing two birds with one stone and that was how they slept from then on.

Penny was in her second trimester when Sheldon woke up to the feel of something under his hand. The words 'Danger! Danger!' were the tip of his tongue but were halted by the sound of Penny's voice.

"Shhh... it's okay Sweetie." She said, fully alert at, he looked over his shoulder at his Batman alarm clock, 3:48 am. She was clutching his hand that was splayed across her rounded belly.

"Penny," Rising up, he freed his other arm and rubbed his eye. Supporting his upper body with that arm he looked over at his wife. "why are you awake? Are you feeling some discomfort?"

Her face was glowing with some emotion he could not name. "I'm fine. Did you feel it?"

"Feel wha-" And then he felt it. Like a goldfish swimming, there were tiny, tiny ripples against his palm. His eyes widened. "Oh my."

"He's moving." She whispered. "Our baby's moving."

He froze for a moment then suddenly he jumped out of bed, startling Penny.

"Sheldon!" She exclaimed, watching as he switched his desk lamp on and pulled out a log book from one of the drawers. "What are doing?"

He sat at the chair in front of his desk and started writing, completely ignoring her.

"Sheldon?"

"I'm documenting the progress of our offspring."

Penny shook her head with amusement. "Sweetie, do that tomorrow. Come back here."

He was not budging.

"Sheldon. Come back to bed." She called in a tone that broke no argument.

"But Penny..." He whined.

"Tomorrow." She said, softening her tone. "He's still moving. Won't you like more data?"

He thought it over and moved back to the bed. "You do present a logical point."

"Of course I do." She reached for his right hand and guided gently to the throbbing area while twining his left hand with hers.