Phoebe anxiously stood outside Simon's bedroom door debating on whether or not to knock on the door and wake up the father of her child. Their son was being restless and she wasn't getting any sleep because of it and about ten minutes ago she figured that it wasn't fair for her to be the only one kept up because of this. Hence standing outside Simon's door but when it came to knocking on the actual door, Phoebe was majorly chickening out and couldn't bring herself to knock on it for god knows what reasons. There was the off chance that Simon would be mad at her, then he might not even be in as she hadn't seen him since she got back from work and Phoebe had stayed behind work later then usual which resulted in her getting home just after ten. After standing there for a few more minutes Phoebe was all set to return to her own room and wait until the baby got bored of keeping her up until the baby firmly kicked her. It was as if her son was telling her to stop being such a damn wuss so taking a deep breath Phoebe knocked on the door and waited. Being a surgeon and accosted to being on call and sleeping when he could it only took for seconds for Simon to get the door.

"Pheebs you okay? Is it the baby?"

Instantly Phoebe felt bad as she watched Simon wearily rub his eyes, he was no doubt tired because of his long day of traumas and surgeries to then be bothered by her silliness. Not to mention he probably had work again in a few hours and people's lives kind of depended on how well rested Simon was as no one wanted to be operated on by surgeon who couldn't keep his eyes open. "Never mind you were sleeping and you probably have a shift tomorrow, just ignore me..."

"I'm not on shift tomorrow I have the day off, remember? I took the weekend off so we could do the nursery in one go." Simon replied and Phoebe felt very stupid in that moment.

"Oh."

"So what's the problem?" Simon prodded and Phoebe didn't know what to say as he would think she was crazy for doing this. "C'mon Pheebs, talk to me…"

"Y-Your son is refusing to let me sleep, last two nights I've been tossing and turning because he thinks it's funny to keep mommy up. So I figured I might as well keep you up as you're the one getting the easy stuff where as I'm the one having to haul this baby around 24/7 and have it use me like a kicking post despite how this is all your fault." Phoebe blurted out and she watched as Simon looked at her for a moment before bursting out laughing.

"My fault? You think it's my fault that the baby is keeping you up? And how may I ask is it my fault?" Simon asked.

"Well we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you penis and your super swimmers getting me pregnant in the first place." Phoebe retorted.

"Fine I'll take that responsibility but weren't you the one who invited me back up to your place to have a nightcap after the party? You said we should have a drink and talk for old times sake because you missed me." Simon pointed out and Phoebe knew he had a point.

"You said you missed me first." Phoebe quipped.

"But you kissed me first." Simon replied with a grin and Phoebe would have laughed if she didn't have to stop herself from yawning the mother of all yawns in Simon's face. She really wanted to sleep but Baby Jennings wasn't having any of it. A moment later Phoebe was surprised when Simon held out his hand to her. "C'mon…"

"I don't understand…"

"Well your tired and you shouldn't really be on your feet too much and I miss my warm bed so we'll lie down together and I'll try and see if I can get the baby to quieten down so we can both get some sleep." Simon explained as he took Phoebe's hand and pulled her into his room and helped her into his bed for climbing in on the other side.

"I need to get more maternity clothes, nothing is fitting me anymore and I can't even bend down properly because I am getting so big." Phoebe murmured as she sat up leaning against the headrest and placed her hands on her stomach. And on que the baby started kicking.

"Well that's to be expected Phoebe as your almost at the six months mark and it just means the baby is getting bigger and everything is developing as it should be, it's a good thing you getting bigger really." Simon assured Phoebe.

"I know but by the time the baby comes i'll all big and whale like and I'm already starting to waddle already. It's really unattractive."

"Now I don't believe that for a second, I think you look beautiful and I'm not just saying that because you're carrying my child in there. You know I'm awe of you of you being pregnant, as a doctor I know what a pregnancy involves; I know the science of it all. But I find it simply incredibly that inside of you there is another living person; our baby…" Simon said and Phoebe couldn't help but smile, how on earth she found a sweet and wonderful man to procreate with given her issues with men was beyond her comprehension. Two seconds later the baby kicked her so hard that she took a sharp intake of breath. "Pheebs what is it? Baby kicking?"

Phoebe feebly nodded as Simon straightened up and placed his hand on her stomach. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he just kicked my liver or possibly broke it."

"I don't think that's possible Phoebe, he's just really active which is a good thing for us but uncomfortable for you so I'll just have a word." Simon said and Phoebe watched as he lowered himself down the bed so his head was right by her stomach. "Rgiht young man, I think we need to have a talk man to baby boy…"

Phoebe couldn't help but giggle and Simon just frowned at her. "I'm sorry!"

"Excuse me I'm trying to have a conversation with our son to help you out but if you'd rather me not try to help…"

"No continue." Phoebe said trying her hardest not to laugh and

"Now back to where I was little one, you need to calm down a bit, I know that your not in a very big space and you want to come out and explore the big world but you have to stay inside for a few more months. It's not because we're punishing you but the longer you're into here the better it is for you health wise. We don't want you coming up prematurely and being sick and you need to trust me on that one as I'm a doctor and your father. And another thing young man, this kicking thing is making your mother rather uncomfortable and tired and she's being really nice by carrying you around for nine months. You've got to remember that she's working really hard and it's all for you so cut her a break kiddo because she's worth it. You're going to love her because your mom is a very nice lady, smart and funny not to mention very beautiful. Remember this lady is going to be the one who grounds you so you might want to get on her good side as soon as you can Lucas…"

"Lucas? Where did that come from?" Phoebe asked looking down at Simon whose head was still by her stomach.

"I don't know, I figured whilst I was down here I could run some names by the baby and see what he thinks about them." Simon explained and Phoebe just rolled her eyes and motioned for him to continue, as the baby seemed to be listening to Simon and starting to calm down.

"Ethan?"

"No." Phoebe replied.

"Alastair?"

"I don't think so."

"Patrick?"

"Makes me think of Patrick Bateman so the name is Patrick is definitely out, sorry Simon but I don't want to think of a serial killer albeit a fictional one when I'm calling our son for dinner. It's weird." Phoebe stated as she felt Simon's hands on her stomach.

"Well we're not naming him after Lord Byron or some fictional character like Holden Caulfield." Simon retorted and Phoebe couldn't help but agree there was no way in hell she was naming her son after Lord Byron of all people no matter how good his work was. Her son should have his own name and Phoebe was about to tell Simon this when she let out an enormous yawn.

"Tired?" Simon asked. "You want to give this sleep thing another try.

"Yes, please…" Phoebe murmured in agreement as Simon placed a kiss on stomach before moving back up the bed and placing the covers over the two of them to then turn over onto his side. Feeling sleep finally coming over to her after hours of being away and without being consciously aware of what she was doing Phoebe shuffled a bit forward until her large stomach pressed into the small of Simon's back. Phoebe was one of those people who didn't like sleeping alone as she found it weird, well that wasn't true as she liked having a big bed to herself without having to worry about hogging the covers. It was more like Phoebe didn't like having Simon there with her. But now? She felt the most content and comfortable in bed than she had done in weeks as did the baby apparently. And Simon didn't seem to mind. Phoebe was on the edge of falling into what would be a hopefully a deep sleep that lasted for more than two hours when a voice disturbed the tranquil peace.

"Your son is kicking me."