"All right," Cal decided. "Time to start dinna." He planted a kiss on the tip of his wife's freckled nose and sat up from the bed. Gillian gave him a slight smile as he looked over his shoulder before he moved away, heading out of their bedroom. She could hear the low rumble of his voice in the hallway and figured Lewis had finally reached the point where he'd been playing alone for too long and had come to see what everyone was up to. Gillian had just had a nap and Cal had come in to check up on her just as she was waking; his spidey-senses could be quite impressive sometimes. He had stayed awhile for cuddles; slightly awkward when she was under the blankets and he was on top of them but sweet and warm nonetheless.
Lewis appeared around the edge of the bed frame like a waif, his face tentative, his eyes curious. "Mum," he whispered. "Are you wake?" He opened his hand in front of his face and raised his eyebrows, widening his eyes as if he were waking-up.
"Sure baby," she patted the mattress beside her encouragingly. "Come and lie with me."
He had a book in his hands that he threw to the mattress, and which hit Gillian's knee, before climbing up. She moved back slowly to give him more room. He kicked his feet under the blankets and settled them over his lap, making sure he was all tucked in. Then he reached for his book and settled down, so his shoulders and head rested against the head of the bed, which undid his tucking but which he also didn't seem to be bothered about this time. Gillian could feel the baby turning over inside her, somersaulting, as if he knew his brother was close.
"Mum you show me," Lewis demanded, signing 'show', then opening his book and turning the pages roughly, his search purposeful.
Gillian couldn't quite see the cover but she suspected she knew what the book was, based on shape and current popularity. Lewis flipped through the pages quickly to near the back, until he found the page he wanted. He had started at the front, instead of the back, which would have been quicker, so he almost seemed impatient until he found what he wanted. Gillian tolerantly waited for him to get to the point. Then she needed the bathroom.
"This one," Lewis found the page he wanted. He held up the book so he could see. "Which one is this one?" He used a 'wh?' questioning gesture.
Gillian brought up a hand to pull the book down. "I can't see," she told her son, using her fingers pointing to her eyes and then the book to indicate what it was the couldn't see, while shaking her head. Lewis turned the book towards her more. The page he had selected was one that showed a series of progress images of a baby growing in a woman's womb. They were real photographs, the only images in the book that were not cartoon. Gillian found the seven month representation and pointed at it. She knew what the four year old was asking her. "The baby looks like this at the moment."
"Oh," Lewis turned the book again, bringing it up closer to his face to study. He was silent for a moment. The baby gave Gillian a kick and then went still again. Typical that while she napped he moved around and while she was awake he went quiet. "And then this one and this one and then it comes out?" He indicated each of the remaining months in the series. They showed the baby growing bigger and bigger and getting more cramped within the confines of the woman's body, before it turned, head down, ready for birth in the ninth month.
"Yes," Gillian agreed. "Two more months and then he'll be here." She smoothed a hand over her belly. Two more months.