Sadie's POV

I peered down toward the floor from the couch to see Gareth, in probably the deepest sleep I'd seen him since we got here. I hated waking him up.

"What good will it do him?" I thought to myself. "The baby's not even kicking anymore, just let him sleep."

I sat there for another moment, deliberating on if I should take the chance and wake him or let him sleep...and leaning on the latter.

I sighed. About to turn over and attempt to get back to my own sleep, restless as it was, I sat myself back up when I felt another firm kick.

"Gar...Gaaaaarr." I whispered, gently shaking him. "Gar, baby, wake up!"

He mumbled something, in his still sleeping state, and turned to face the other way.

I giggled a little to myself and continued to shake him, a little harder this time. "Gaaarreth, Gareth wake up...wake up!"

He shot upright, at that last shake, trying to process the situation. "Wha-what?! What's happening?" He turned back to my direction. "What is it? Is it the baby?"

I nodded, chuckling a little. "Shh, calm down."

"What? What do you mean? What's-"

He trailed off when I took his hand, bringing it to my stomach, where he was answered by another little kick beneath his hand.

"Wha? Is tha-" he smiled. Is that what I think it is?"

I nodded again.

"Is that the first time he's done that?

My eyebrows raised, "oh HE?" I chuckled.

He rolled his eyes. "It's just a guess. I don't know, what do you think it is?"

"Well now you make it sound like I'm harboring a Stephen King monster." I teased.

He sunk back down, into his sleeping bag, and groaned, pulling the cover over his face.

"I'm tired, okay? Cut me some slaaack." He whined.

"Never" I sneered, playfully.

He sighed "I don't know what I was expecting."

He sat back up and began to pull himself onto the couch.

"Gar, what are you-"

"Shhh!" He giggled, trying to squeeze himself next to me.

"Gar, you're crazy!" I laughed. "There's not gonna be room on this couch for all three of us!"

"See?" He insisted, putting his arm around me and making himself comfortable. "Perfect."

"Right" I smirked. "Until I turn over in the middle of the night, and knock you onto the floor."

"It's not the middle of the night?" He snickered.

I picked up the pillow I was using and started hitting him with it.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" He whined, trying not to giggle.

A loud, irritated, sigh came , from what sounded like The Archer, on the other side of the door.

Guess it was his turn on the night shift.

"Someone's jeeaalous." Gareth snickered, in a more hushed tone.

"Awww, don't be like that!" I called out, snickering. "Come on in, join the party!"

I must've pissed him off, because a hard BANG hit against the door.

"Sade, don't do that" he whispered, his voice a little more worried. "You're gonna get us killed...or me anyway."

"He's not gonna do anything." I insisted.

Another BANG. "YOU WANNA BET?!"

I started to get up "Alright, two can play at that"

Gareth grabbed my arm. "I'd reeeaally rather you didn't." he whined, pulling me closer to him. "Not YET anyway." He whispered in my ear.

"THAT'S what I like to hear." I whispered as I kissed him.

"I know it is."