"Come on, babe! It's fun, you'll see."
Amy watches, rather sceptical, as her husband and doctor move in rhythm in front of her to the sound of music the latter put in the hospital room she's been occupying for awhile now, their eyes stuck on her and Jake's hands stretched in front of him and towards her, inviting her to join the dance. Her water broke already, and her contractions are close to one another, but she's still not dilated enough for her labour to start, hence the use of this method to try and speed it up.
She knows it's a good, natural way of helping induce labour – at this point, she thinks she knows everything she has to know about pregnancy and giving birth, after spending months reading about the topic ever since she learned she was expecting – and she did say she wanted her baby to get out naturally, but right now, while she sits on this tiny bed with her hands stroking her prominent, currently very hurtful stomach, she's not so sure she wants to ridicule herself like this anymore. She's never had a good sense of rhythm, and it's clearly not when she can't even see her feet anymore, hidden below her round belly, that she'll suddenly get better at it.
But then, seeing how hesitant she's being, Jake suddenly approaches her, taking both her hands in his while singing to her – Come on Amy, dance with me to get out baby! – and she has no other choice than to stand up and follow his lead, sighing in disagreement only for the form while letting out a chuckle at his silly words.
Never letting go of his grip on her, he starts making her move with him, a huge grin lighting up his face as he happily spins her around the room to the sound of the music. Quickly then, Amy gets caught up in the game, her husband's joy contagious, a similar beam spreading across her own features, unable to retain a laugh when she thinks about the scene they must be showing right now.
They soon end up having so much fun together, they don't even see nor hear their doctor leave the room, telling the nurse in charge of the pregnant woman to let him know when it's time for him to do his work, seeing that Jake already takes great care of the 'dancing part' of the job and they don't need him presently, leaving them some privacy.
For a while the couple goes on moving around to the rhythm of catchy songs, until tiredness takes over Amy's body, her breaths loud and short. Jake quickly puts on a slower music then, before he gets back to his wife and immediately encircles her waist with his hands while her own find their rightful place behind his neck. Like this, they settle in a slow, gentle pace, with their foreheads touching and eyes closed to better appreciate the moment.
"Can you believe this is it? In a few hours now, we'll be three of us," the man dreamily whispers into the sergeant's ear, his heart pounding with bliss in his chest at the thought of it and a smile curling up the corners of his mouth as he tenderly skims her skin through her medical coat. They've never been closer to being parents than they are now, dancing around in this hospital room.
"Yeah," Amy simply answers, too overwhelmed with feelings to say more, playing with the few strands of hair on the back of her husband's neck, concentrating on keeping her breathing even and fight the increasing pain.
It doesn't take long after that before the method works and the doctor has to be called again, labour having started for real this time and that, a few hours later indeed, the couple welcomes a little girl into their family.
(They can't help but find it quite funny, when they learn with time that their daughter loves dancing, always asking for her father to put on some music in their apartment and climbing on his feet, her tiny hands wrapped inside his own while Jake makes her spin around the room just like he did his mother to help her go out in front of a cheering Amy as she watches the pair in pure joy.)