"Goodnight love." Hank whispered as he kissed Olivia's forehead, sliding under the covers,

"Sleep well."

"We'll try," she laughed rubbing her small bump,

"But lately we seem to like to keep mommy awake at night by making her have to pee every 4 minutes."

Both of them laughed softly as he ran his hand over her stomach,

"Now I know it's a little early for the tough love treatment, but listen up peanut,"

Using his most gentle of stern voices,

"You let mommy sleep tonight. She doesn't NEED her beauty sleep, because she's the most gorgeous creature on the planet,"

Pausing due to the slap on the back of his head,

"Don't lie to the poor kid, it's a little early to be engraining trust issues."

"You're beautiful but you've got a big mouth. Watch them get that quality from you."

"As long as they have your eyes I'm fine with it."

"Anyways, as I was saying. Let her sleep okay, kid?"

His pep talk didn't work. Not at all. She laid there for hours trying to get comfortable. And failed. Laying on her side was out of the question. Obviously so was laying on her stomach.

All the sudden she felt something inside her. It was like a thump, or a...

"Oh my god" she whispered into her room.

"Hank." A little louder, holding her stomach,

"HANK!" A light whack to his arm as he laid there snoring.

"Wh-what's wrong?!"

"The baby,"

"Is it okay, where's my phone I'll call the doctor." Flicking on the light

"No, Hank," grabbing his hand cupping it around her stomach.

"Feel," they sat there for a couple seconds, a tired worried look on his face.

Both of their hands moved at the same time,

"Ha!" Her face lighting up brighter than the 60 watt bulb in their ceiling.

"She's kicking!"

"She?" His head tilting.

"Oh... I mean. I know we haven't decided to know the sex,

"You peeked at the file?" His voice amused and not surprised.

"No, I promise. Idk I can just..." Rubbing her belly and holding his hand,

"I can just feel it."

"Well right now so can I," laughing and smiling at her ever growing bump.

Sitting taking in the beauty of the moment.

"20 bucks."

"Excuse me?" Turning to look at him.

"20 bucks. If it's. A boy you owe me 20."

"Wow," her famous airy laugh,

"You really know how to ruin a moment."

"It's not ruined! It's just a challenge. We both know you can't resist it."

"Fine. 20 if it's a boy. And you owe me 50 if it's a girl."

"50!?"

"Did I mention I can feel it?"

They laughed together and got readjusted in the blankets, both of their hands on her belly.

Finally both of them drifted off to sleep. As if all Olivia really needed to rest was the solid proof that the little peanut was doing okay in there.