A/N: Okay... so this chapter is super short, I just feel so bad for not updating for so long and I have absolutely no motivation to write for this story. I have no ideas, so reviewing and PMing me any ideas that would be very helpful. Please enjoy this short chapter. Sorry it's taking so long for me to update and for the lack of length.
"Luke! I need Molly's diaper bag, her pacifier, and if you don't find that blanket so help me!" Sophia yelled down the stairs to Luke. She had been up all night with Molly because she had colic, Sophia had been sick, and Luke had been incredibly unhelpful with helping her find the things she needed. She was now standing at the top of the stairs, holding her screaming daughter, and waiting for her husband to appear at the bottom of the stairs.
"Babe, I've got the bag and pacifier. The blanket was dirty so I had to throw it in the laundry. Now, will you please stop yelling? I know you are tired and you don't feel well, but Molly is definitely feeding off of your stress. Why don't I take her and try to get her to calm down while you go and take a nice hot shower. Then when you're done, the three of us can take a nice walk down to the college and observe the sculpture class they are teaching by the lake. Then, my mom is going to come over and watch our sweet little daughter while I take you out for dinner. How does that sound?" He said calmly as he slowly walked up the stairs and took Molly from her.
Sophia took a deep breath, "You're right. I'm sorry. Yes. Please take Molly and I will shower. I'm sorry for yelling at you, I'm just exhausted and I feel like crap and I just hate that my baby isn't feeling well. But, you're right and I'm sorry and I'm gonna go. Thank you, sweet heart." She rambled and turned quickly towards their room before he changed his mind.
"Luke?" Sophia called as she exited their room, wearing a casual sun dress with her damp hair hanging in lose curls around her shoulders.
"Yeah?" He called from Molly's room.
She walked in to see him sitting in the rocking chair, gently rocking their sleeping daughter. "You got her to sleep!" She said softly, not wanting to wake her.
"I did. And I think she's doing better all together. Now you ready for that walk?" He wondered.
"Well, I have something to tell you." She hesitated, sitting down in the second chair in the room, and waiting for his signal that he was giving her his full attention. "I'm pregnant. Again. Baby number two is on the way." She rushed, laughing softly at how many things she was feeling.
"You're positive?" He asked excitedly.
"Yes. Absolutely positive!" She said.
"Well, I want to jump up and hug you but I don't think little missy here would appreciate that, so congratulations to us and I owe you a hug and a kiss." He whispered excitedly.
They got up and put Molly in her stroller so they could make their way down to the college.
"So what are you thinking for names?" Luke wondered.
"For another girl? I like Janice, Regina, or Clarissa. For a boy? I like Ryan, Theo, or Blake." She said.
Luke chuckled softly. "I can tell someone is ready for this addition."
Sophia absent minded-ly placed her hand on her stomach and smiled. "I think so. I want a couple of kids, but I've never really been able to decide how many I want, so we'll just have to see how it goes." She winked at Luke.
"You trying to get in my pants, Mrs. Collins?" He joked.
"Oh, always, Mr. Collins." She teased back, moving over so he could grab the hand of his that wasn't pushing Molly's stroller.
"Well. I'm looking forward to seeing what happens as far as our children goes. And, I think Molly is going to be the best big sister ever." He said lovingly.