Chapter 26- Kicks and Dreams

A/N: Just a warning that this chapter gets a little smutty. There is nothing really graphic, just some suggestions of graphic things.

Robin had been waiting for this for a while now. Just waiting for the crazy sex dreams to show up. She remembers the first time Lily got them, and at the time, Robin was actually looking forward to that part of her pregnancy. Of course, that happened in the short week and a half that she thought she was pregnant the first time, but somehow, those crazy dreams made the whole thing not look so bad.

But now, now she doesn't want them. It's bad enough that she hasn't had sex in six weeks, but she can't even do anything about the way that these dreams leave her feeling in the morning. The sad part is, six weeks isn't really that long of a time. She's gone without for much longer, but now it's torture.

It's really a shame too, because she remembers how excited Barney was about Lily's dreams, and she knows if they could, they would be acting out every single one of her dreams. The thought leaves her even more depressed. She's almost tempted to write every single one of them down, so that when they can finally have sex again, they can play them out, because good lord, once it happens, there will be no stopping them. Well, except for the fact that there will be a baby there. And then it occurs to her that Marshall and Lily didn't have sex for almost 6 months after Marvin was born. She and Barney couldn't possibly turn into that, could they? She doesn't want them to, but what if that is what having a baby means? What if it means that you have to stop being a couple? She had just gotten used to the idea of being a couple.

The thing is, she misses him. Sure, she gets to see him every day, and she gets to curl up in his arms every night, but she misses the sex connection. Yes, there are nights that end with a porno and her hand or mouth wrapped around him, but it's getting incredibly boring. She misses being part of the action too. She misses the creativity that makes them, them.

The last dream though, left some ideas in her head that she just can't get out. While the dream ended with her climbing on top of Barney and riding him like a cowgirl stuck on a mechanical bull for hours, the foreplay had some very real possibilities that could be turned into a real life scenario. It wouldn't be their typical sex, but it wouldn't break the rules, and would give her the closeness with Barney that the both of them have been craving.

So she spends the day planning how it will all go down. She sneaks some slutty lingerie out of her drawer on a trip to the bathroom. On the next trip, it is some ties out of Barney's drawer. When it is almost time for him to come home, she shimmies out of her clothes into the see through nightgown she has chosen, puts her clothes back on over top and waits for him to come home from work.

"So Barney?" Robin says seductively.

"Yeah?" he questions. He is intrigued by the tone of her voice. He hasn't heard that voice in weeks.

"Do you have anything you have to do tonight?" she coos.

"No. Why?"

"No reason really." She pauses. "Just thought I could tell you about my dream from last night," she tempts.

"Oh was it bad?" he asks concerned, trying to play along. He has no idea what she could be up to, but whatever it is, he is looking forward to it.

"Oh, it was really bad," she says flirtatiously. "So bad it was good. I thought you might enjoy it."

"Ok?" He half asks, half replies, still pretending not to know what is going on. But he knows. The dreams have started. Part of him is disappointed, because he so wants to play the dreams out on her, but at the same time, she still seems to want to play at least parts of them out. Teasing her that he doesn't get what she is saying is part of the fun. It makes her so god damn irresistible.

"Can you get me some stuff?" she entices.

"Sure? I don't see what this has to do with your dream though."

"You'll see," she replies with a wink.

"What do you want?" he says coolly, as if he isn't onto her game.

"A rubber spatula and the container of whipped cream in the fridge."

"What was this dream about again?" he teases.

"You'll just have to wait and see. But trust me, you'll like it," she coos.

"Oh really?" he says with a chortle. He's missed these games. Has it really only been six weeks?

"Yes, really."

"What did you have planned?" He teases.

"You'll see mister," she taunts.

"Is this a sex dream?" he asks, a huge grin spreading across his face.

"Maybe?" she replies meekly.

"You little minx. I thought you can't do anything. This is just for me?" he teases.

"It's just for you," she says seductively. "Do you want it or not?"

"Hell yes! I'll be back in a minute." She laughs as she watches him run out of the room. She was hoping that he would be this excited.

He returns in less than a minute, both objects in hand, and he hands them to her. He is amazed when he returns to find her sitting in a sheer, black nightgown. He is halfway to gone just looking at her. It has been a while since he was able to look at her body like that.

"Strip," she demands, and he couldn't get undressed any faster. She eyes his naked body with lust. She thinks that maybe this wasn't the best of ideas, because now she is incredibly horny, but she reminds herself that this is for him, and for her to be closer to him.

"Lie down."

She grabs one of his legs and ties it to the bed using one of his ties. She repeats the process with the other leg and his arms, until he is lying in a spread eagle on the bed.

"God this is hot Scherbatsky," he mutters as she starts to run her hands across his naked chest. She lets her fingers wander, enjoying the feeling of his hard abs and pecs under her fingertips.

Suddenly, she pulls away, and sits back from where she was touching. She feels something. She doesn't know what it is, or whether it's good or bad, but it's something.

"What's wrong?" Barney asks immediately, with an air of concern. He turns to look at her as best he can.

"Nothing," she responds as it stops, trying to brush it off. "Nothing's wrong."

She leans back towards him and starts running her hands over him again. She feels it again and sits back.

"Robin?" he asks, panicked. There is something not right, and he knows it. The panic grows when she unties his hands from the bed. "What's wrong? Is it the baby?"

"Shhh..." she shushes him. She curls her bottom lip between her teeth, and stares straight ahead.

"What? Robin?" he whispers in concern.

She grabs his left hand and places it on the bump.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Can you feel it?" she asks, the corners of her mouth slowly starting to turn upwards.

"Feel what Robin?" he questions with a sense of urgency. "Do you mean the…?" his thought is interrupted and he looks at her stomach. "Did it just...?"

"Yeah." She can't contain the grin. She wasn't sure what it was at first, but stopping now, and having Barney feel it too, she knows. She felt the baby kick.

"Is this the first?" he asks, his grin starting to match hers.

"No, but I wasn't sure it was kicks before. It started a couple of days ago. I didn't think you would actually be able to feel it."

"It feels so real now. I know there has been a baby in here, but it's like it's really in there now. Because it's moving, it's real. Oh God, there is so much left to do!" Barney starts to ramble in a panic. "It's going to be here so soon! We don't even have a place for it to sleep."

"Barney, it's ok. We've known for six weeks now, and we have more than 20 to go," she says with a soothing giggle. "I think we will be fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes." she giggles. "Even if it's born really early, it will still be at least 8 weeks."

"Oh."

"You feel better now?"

"Yeah. You just had me worried there for a minute. Is it still kicking?"

"A little bit. I'm not sure if you'll be able to feel it or not." He puts his hand back on her stomach.

"Woah!" he exclaims.

She giggles. "That was a big one." He looks at her, and he is gone as usual.

"I love you so damn much," he utters.

"I love you too," she pulls him close to kiss him. "So, you ready?"

"For?"

"Well, I still owe you a dream," she winks.

"I thought you would never suggest it."

9/11/14

It's a somber day to be a New Yorker. I did not live here in 2001, but my husband did. We don't talk about his experience, but I know that he lost quite a few friends and colleagues that day. I don't know what he experienced that day, or how close he was to possibly not making it since he works in the financial industry, but I am thankful he is still alive, and I pass on all of my sorrows to those who did lose their family members that day.

On that note, I will move on to the bright spot that is today. Last night, we felt the baby kick for the first time. It was an amazing moment. I had been feeling something for a few days, but it wasn't until last night, when my husband and I were relaxing together that it got strong enough for me to realize it. I wasn't sure at first that my husband was going to be able to feel it, but he could. I guess the baby is pretty strong, since from what I read, 17 weeks is a bit early to feel kicking, especially from the outside. I'm still getting used to it moving around inside.

But, he or she can hear us now, and is finally starting to look like a real person, while still tiny, apparently the size of an onion. It's almost doubled in the past 3 weeks! And while it is still bizarre to feel something moving inside of me, it makes everything I've been going through like being in bed all day worth it, because I know in the end that there will be a baby.