Part 3: Kicking Expected With Pregnancy

(This was a request)

Spencer had been pregnant for 7 months, and as time flew by, so did the amount of sleep she got. The constant kicking from the baby kept both her and Toby up. Toby and she were happily married for a year, and when you're young and in love, well, you have sex. I mean, wouldn't you? If you're boyfriend was Toby Cavanaugh, I'm sure you wouldn't hesitate either. Anyways, back to the story.

It was 1 in the morning. Spencer and Toby were "sleeping" in Toby's bed, at his loft. In the corner of the bedroom, Toby had a half of a cradle made, blue wood. The baby was a boy, and Toby was thrilled by this. Spencer got her way with, "A newborn with a six-pack"

But, with babies, they don't sleep; even when they're still in their mothers.

Spencer woke up for the fifth time, feeling a strong kick from her child.

"God, calm down Isaac" Spencer whispered. They choose the name together, thrilled. Spencer wasn't so thrilled right now, kick after kick. Toby stirred next to her, and she tried her best not to wince in pain and wake Toby up.

For the past few months, she's been feeling Braxton's Hicks, false contractions, and they were just contractions that were preparing her body for labor. And, damn, did they hurt. Spencer didn't want to wake Toby up; he had a morning job in Bucks County the next day.

But, the pain was unbearable, even now with Toby next to her.

Spencer tried to move on her side, where possibly the baby would be comfortably. But, knowing how tight it must've been in her thin womb, the baby was restless and stubborn, like his mother.

"Please, stop" Spencer whimpered. She shut her mouth quickly, unknowing how loud her voice was. Spencer, while in a pregnancy class, heard that the baby relaxes to the mother's voice. Well, not Isaac. He seemed to become more unsettled, and another kick came in her abdomen. She winced.

Toby stirred next to her, and she felt his body rise. He groaned. Spencer instantly felt sorrow and guilt for her exhausted husband.

"I'm sorry" Spencer whispered gently. Toby turned to her, his eyes squinting and tired.

"The baby was acting up again; I just can't get him to calm down—

"Spencer, calm down, it's okay" Toby interrupted, his voice already gentle.

Toby leaned down next to her, kissing her cheek gently.

"I'm sure Isaac is just ready to come out" Toby said.

"Yeah, well, maybe if you talk to him, he'll calm down?" Spencer asked/commanded.

Toby shrugged, and leaned over her stomach, speaking kindly.

"Hello Isaac. Mommy is really, really tired, and Daddy has to go save the world tomorrow. Can you please keep it down in there? Love you!" Toby whispered to her stomach and then lifted his hand to touch her stomach, rubbing slightly.

Spencer was sure this wasn't going to work. They both waited a few seconds. Seconds turned into minutes.

"How…?" Spencer asked.
"How did you do that? Not one peep from Isaac"

"That's my boy!" Toby joked.

"Thanks Isaac" Spencer said sarcastically. Toby laughed, and then kissed Spencer goodnight. Toby lied down, and he was asleep within minutes. Spencer lied there in confusion, but shrugged. It must've been the son and father connection.

She looked over to Toby. She could already imagine her little Isaac running around, she could see Toby raising him, and using the same voice with Isaac that he had used on Isaac to get him to stop kicking Spencer. Spencer smiled at the thought.

Spencer lied gently down, and expected another kick from her small one. But there was nothing.

"Very funny Isaac" Spencer whispered, before drifting herself off to sleep.