Love by Love - 27
Brock was chanting 'we're having a baby boy' all the way back from the clinic. He was so delighted. Not only that he was having a baby with the love of his life, he was about to have a son.
"We're having a boy!" Brock showered Reba with kisses once they returned home. He stared at the sonogram picture again with a smile from ear to ear. "And what a boy! Like father like son!"
"Once again, that's his umbilical cord. This is his you-know-what." Reba pointed at the picture.
"It's gonna grow right?" Rolling her eyes, she tried to get up from the couch. "Where are you going? What do you want? I'll get it for you."
"That's okay, I can manage." Reba attempted to get up again.
"Really, I'll go get it for you, tell me what you want."
"I gotta pee. You'll let me go to the bathroom or do you wanna clean up?" Reba grumbled. She stood up and took a few steps. "Ooh... I think the baby just kicked."
"Really? Where?" Brock tried to put his hand on her small bump, searching. "I don't feel anything."
"Try here." She placed his hand on where she felt the kick, nothing.
"Where?" Brock frowned failing to feel his little boy.
"Well, you can try to feel him later, but I really gotta go!" Brock chuckled watching Reba rushing to the bathroom. The phone rang he went to pick it up. Ralph called to see if he was coming on the camping trip with him and Blake this year.
"Not this year buddy, my baby just kicked and I have yet to feel him. Yes, it's a he! … I'm having a boy! … Thanks buddy. … Well then you guys have fun."
"Who is it, honey?" Reba came out of the washroom when Brock hung up the phone.
"Oh it's good ol' Ralph, he wanted to know if I'm going camping with him and Blake this weekend."
"Should Blake really be going, Barbra Jean is due anytime now isn't she?"
"I don't know. Enough about them, I want to feel the boy kick." Brock sat her down on the couch and put his hand on her tummy trying to feel the movement. Still nothing… "Are you sure it wasn't just gas?"
"Get your hand off me then!" Reba brushed his hand off.
It was like his baby didn't want him to feel the kick. Because when Reba said he was kicking, the little one would stop when Brock put his hand on her tummy. Even Cheyenne and Kyra felt the kick. They giggled feeling their little half-brother moving under their hand.
"I want to feel him too!" Whined Brock, he was the only one who hadn't been greeted by the baby. Brock was extra upset when they went and visit Barbra Jean at the hospital after she gave birth and Reba told her friend that she felt the boy kick, and Barbra Jean put her hand and Reba's tummy and the baby kicked, when Brock did it, he stopped.
"Serves you right for thinking his movement was just gas." Reba smirked at the comment he made a few days ago.
"I'm going to keep my hand here on your tummy until he kicks."
"You know what will make baby really happy and he might kick?" Reba batted her eyes. "A cup of yogurt."
"All right, I'll go get it." Brock then leaned over to talk to the unborn. "You better not move until I come back."
Three cups of yogurt, one bag of chips, and two episodes of Pokémon later, still no movement.
"I'm sleepy," stated Reba with a long yawn. "Can I go to bed now?"
"Do you think he doesn't like me?" Brock was truly upset.
"Why would you think that, of course he loves you, he just doesn't feel like moving right now. Maybe he's sleeping." Brock sighed and he carried her to bed. He had been carrying her around from place to place especially up and down the stairs. Even after Reba said she could walk, but he still insisted. He didn't want her to feel too tired.
Brock came back from work and saw Reba sitting on the couch giggling with the girls. He took his jacket out and joined them.
"What are you guys laughing at?"
"Kyra sang twinkle little star and the baby danced." Still giggling, Cheyenne told her dad.
"Really? Can I feel him?" Brock placed his hand on Reba's belly, expecting to feel a kick. "Kyra, can you sing again?" Kyra tried to help Brock sing the song again; she hoped the baby would kick for him this time. She felt bad that so far Brock was the only one that hadn't felt the baby's movement. Even Dolly felt it. And Brock had tried everything he could too. He rubbed her tummy, he talked to the baby, he gave Reba a foot massage, still nothing.
"Why don't you try and sing to him dad? He might kick." Cheyenne suggested. Well, Brock was desperate. He sang twinkle little star. He sang little bitsy spider. No movement. He sang the little teapot song, still nothing.
"Awe, don't feel bad honey, he's probably tired from the dancing. He'll move again soon and you'll feel him. Besides, I'm only five months along; I'll have him for four more months. You will get to feel him, eventually." Reba tried to cheer him up. "We can try again tonight, but now I'm hungry. Let's go eat."
Reba did feel bad for Brock, she tried everything to make the baby move. When he would, she would call Brock over to feel him, but somehow, every time Brock touched her, the baby stopped.
"You look tired, honey. Why don't you go lie down?" Brock suggested, seeing Reba dozing off after tucking the kids in.
"But it's only nine o'clock," said Reba with a long yawn.
"Tell you what, I'll draw you a bath. So you could take a bath and relax. Then you could go to bed. You'll feel more energetic tomorrow when we go shopping for baby stuff." Reba nodded, loving the idea. Brock prepared a nice warm bath and helped her into the tub.
"Care to join me?" Reba didn't need to invite twice before Brock shed his clothes and joined her in the tub. He sat behind her massaging her arms and shoulders.
"Have we thought of the name for the baby?" Brock started the conversation.
"Hmm… Let me think…" Reba threw her head back a little leaning against his chest, trying to think of a name.
"Anything but Pikachu, I'll take in to consideration." Brock quipped knowing know much she enjoy the little cartoon character now.
"I'm not gonna name our baby after a Pokémon creatures." Reba piped up. "But I think Ash is a cute name for a boy."
"Ash? Nha… Let's think of something else." They tried to come up with a few names and marked some in the short list. Reba was well relaxed. She felt the baby was relaxed too. She stared into his eyes and he kissed her passionately. As the kiss started to heat up, Reba took his hand and placed on her belly. "What's that?" Exclaimed Brock, feeling little movement under his hand.
"The baby just kicked, honey. It's our baby moving."
"Oh boy…" Brock was overwhelmed, he finally felt his son kicking under his hand. He kissed her lovingly feeling so joyful. Reba deepened the kiss trying to get back to passionate like before the baby started to kick. "What are you doing?" Brock broke the kiss breathlessly.
"Pardon me? Are you new at this?" Reba grunted.
"I mean, the baby's awake. I felt a little awkward."
"Are you kiddin' me?" exclaimed Reba.
"We'll wait until he goes back to sleep."
"Forget it! I'm no longer in a mood!" Reba got out of the bathtub, moping. She put on her pajamas and went straight to bed. She turned her back at him.
"Honey..." Brock consoled climbing into bed next to his frowning wife.
"Hhm!" Reba made the sound through her nose, pouting.
"Hmm..." Brock kissed her shoulder trying to make up. Reba wiggled her shoulder shaking him off. He smiled and tried to gently pin her down on her back, Reba didn't resist him, but she made sure he knew she was still sulking. The conversation between 'hhm!' and 'hmm...' went on for a while. He began kissing her cheek and neck his hand roamed all over the places. Reba tried her best not to grin and enjoy his houch.
"Go away, the baby's might be awake," quipped Reba meaninglessly.
Chuckling, Brock replied, "We'll turn off the light." Soon enough that 'hhm' sound she made to show him she was unsatisfied a moment ago turned into a soft moan of 'hmm...' with satisfaction before they called each other's name and she eventually drifted off exhausted. When she woke up, she found Brock just stared at her with a huge smile spread across his face. His hand was resting on her belly, feeling the movement of his unborn son.