Molly was sitting in her rocking chair, rocking gently, one hand stroking her swollen belly, waiting for Arthur to return from the office. He was still working late, and tonight he was later than usual.

"Mum?"

"What is it Charlie?" Molly asked, wondering why her son was up at two in the morning.

"Mum, I had a bad dream. Can you come back to bed with me?"

"I'm sorry, Charlie. I'm too big to lie in your bed. Do you want to be rocked back to sleep instead?"

Charlie shook his head, and Molly realized that she didn't have much of a lap for him to sit in anymore. "How about we lie on the couch together then?" Molly asked, she knew Charlie just wanted to be held until he fell back asleep.

"Okay."

Molly got up from the rocking chair, and once she had lain down on the sofa, she once again realized that there was no room for Charlie. She wanted to comfort her child, but her pregnancy was proving this to be difficult. "Charlie, you can lie next to me in my bed." She got off of the sofa, with some difficulty, took her son's small hand in hers and led him to her and Arthur's bedroom. Once she had settled herself in the middle of the bed, Charlie climbed up next her, allowing her to wrap an arm around him.

"Mum?"

"What Charlie?"

"I love you, Mum."

"I know you do, Charlie. I love you too. Go to sleep. It's late." Charlie closed his eyes, and within a few minutes, he was asleep. Molly brushed his hair from his forehead, and before long, she found herself dozing off too. She awoke to find Arthur in bed next to her, and Charlie was gone.

"Arthur, wake up."

"What is it Molly?"

"Where's Charlie? He was sleeping with me."

"When I got home, I carried him back to his room."

"What time did you get in last night?"

"Three. What time did you come up here with Charlie?"

"Around two. This was the only place I could find that he could lay next to me. I'm too big to lie in his bed, and I don't have much of a lap to rock him back to sleep in."

"I know. These twins are proving to be difficult already aren't they?"

"Yes. I'm only five months in, and I look like I'm six or seven months in."

"Hey, two babies take up a lot more room than one baby does, hon."

"I know. Ouch!"

"What is it, Mol?"

"One of the babies decided to kick me up the ribs."

"Where? Can I feel?"

"Hold on a second." Molly took one of her husband's hands in hers, placing it on her rounded belly where she had last felt movement.

"I don't feel anything, Mol."

She pressed her hands to her stomach, and after a few moments, she took Arthur's hand in hers again. "Right there, dear." She said, placing his hand back on her swollen belly.

"Whoa, they're strong little blighters aren't they?" Arthur asked after he had felt a kick.

"I know. I don't mind if they kick in this area," Molly said, running her hand across her swollen belly from side to side, "-but it bloody hurts when they kick my ribs."

"I'm sorry. Are you hungry? We should probably get up you know."

"Arthur, I'm pregnant. Of course I'm hungry. Will you help me up?"

Arthur rolled out of bed, and taking his wife's hands in his, he pulled her to her feet.