Summary: Striker and Jane feel the baby kick.
"Come on, baby. Kick for daddy."
"Oh, Striker, will you leave the baby alone, for Satan's sake?"
"Not until he kicks."
Jane grunted but found herself smiling at the sight of Striker pressing his cheek against her pregnant tummy. It's hard to believe that he wanted nothing to do with the little one a few months ago.
"You'll have plenty of time to play with the baby in a few weeks." she whispered.
"Who says I can't start now? The doc said that the more we speak to him, the better." Striker said, stroking the unborn baby.
"You're taking it quite seriously, considering that you've been serenading the baby almost daily, now."
Striker smirked. "You'll thank me when we don't take too long to lull him back to sleep." Both laughed a bit before Jane's smile faltered a little. "What's wrong, sugar?"
"I'm still worried about… what if the baby comes right during the extermination? We'd be completely on our own with no outside help."
Striker clenched Jane's hand reassuringly. "Let's not think so negatively, sugar. What matters is that we'll have a little Striker running' 'round the house soon enough."
"Striker, for the last time, we're not naming the baby like you. It'll drive both you and him nuts when you can't tell who I'm talking to."
"It's a better option than Jake, if you ask me."
Jane furrowed her brows. "Why? It's simple enough."
"A bit too simple if you ask me."
They might have continued to argue if they hadn't felt a little tapping on Jane's pregnant belly. Striker immediately ran his hand over it, trying to find the little feet.
"A little more down, love. Here." Jane gently led Striker's hand and placed his palm on the spot she had felt the kicking. Striker's hair stood on end as the baby kicked against his hand.
"Hello, kiddo. I'm your daddy."
Sadly, the feet stopped kicking shortly after. As he was about to remove his hand, however, he felt something else against his palm. It didn't seem to be a foot, and it certainly wasn't kicking. It's more like... as if it's rubbing against...
The baby was touching him.
"Striker, can you feel that?"
"Yes..."
The little hand grew bored and went to do something else.