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Chapter Three – The Restless Bun
Lisbon groaned and rolled over onto her other side when she had become uncomfortable. Sleeping was seemingly an impossible task when you were pregnant, unless you were absolutely knackered. And truthfully, she was, but the restless child growing within her couldn't make up her mind as to where she'd rather be in her mother's womb.
"Is she at it again?"
Lisbon peeked one eye open and watched as her husband, shirtless, entered the bedroom. He usually stayed up later than she, opting to give her her space as he read in silence. Though, sometimes he would lay with her and read, but tonight was one of those nights where she'd had an awfully uneventful day at work followed by a restless baby throughout dinner. It all left her a bit cranky, was all.
Nodding, Lisbon was about to move over onto her back when her husband moved forward and motioned for her to stop. "No, do not move," he said.
She paused in her movements and felt the bed dip behind her. His hands were placed on the swell of her belly, rubbing gently. She shifted a little and shut her eyes, humming as the baby kicked underneath her father's hands briefly before stilling her movements.
It was not an uncommon thing for the baby to get a little restless and for Jane to be the one to be able to calm her down. It amazed Lisbon that the man had some influence over an unborn child, but in all honesty she couldn't put it past him.
"She's calming down," he whispered against her ear.
She nodded against him and interlaced her fingers with his, directly over their growing baby. "She's been at it all day."
Jane pulled away from her slightly, not moving his hand away from hers, and took his other hand to brush some loose hair behind her ear. "Why didn't you tell me?" he frowned.
Lisbon shrugged against him. "You were busy."
"You were uncomfortable."
She rolled her eyes. "Patrick, I'm pregnant. I'm almost always uncomfortable."
He pressed a kiss into her hair. "And as the one who helped get you this way, I ought to assist you any way that I can."
Lisbon knew that her husband disliked it when she didn't tell him that she was uncomfortable. But really, if she told him every time that she felt some semblance of discomfort she'd never get alone time. He would be glued to her side twenty-four hours of the seven days in the week. And she'd kill him before their child was born to help maintain shred of her sanity.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked her as he tapped his fingers against her swollen belly.
She nodded, "Yes."
"Good," he said as he shifted and pressed a kiss at the corner of her mouth before nuzzling her ear.
