I came back from a long shift.

Being a firefighter is so hard. Not because of the physical.

Its all mental. Every lass I save reminds me of her.

The funeral. Everything.

How mam forgot we were her babies. She just let da hit us

I tried not to think about it. It was in the past.

I'm livin' with the lass who didn't think Iwas weak when I cried. Sobbed actually.

She held me, ran her fingers through my hair.

I toed my boots off at the door and went straight to the shower.

I changed into some joggers before going back into the bedroom.

She was sleeping so peacefully, this soft expression on her face.

I them averted my eyes to the swell of her stomach. That's my baby in there.

Holy shit.

I'm gonna be a da in over a month.

It's really fucking scary.

What if she's in labor when I'm at the station?

What if I can't be there?

What if she hurts herself?

There's so many possibilities. I need to chill.

It's only three In the morning right now.

I climb into bed and wrap my arms around her.

I need to sleep off my worries.

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I woke up cause she wasn't there in bed.

It wasn't a huge surprise. She's been doing these strange things throughout this whole process.

I got out of bed and padded off the the living room.

Sure enough there she was. Soft hands on her belly, a random flick on.

"Baby?" My voice was husky from sleep.

"Didn't wanna wake you," She started. "I woke up early- round seven and got sick so I came out here."

She said it like I wouldn't have made her tea and given her extra cuddles.

But it's never too late.

I make my way over, a frown tugging my lips down.

"{{user}} you should've woke me. I wouldn't have minded."

I sat down next to her on the couch and placed a hand to her stomach.

"Has the little lad kicked yet?" Her face softened completely.

"Yeah, a few times. And the gobshite kicked my bladder."

I tried not to laugh and snorted. I almost forgot how fierce this lass was.

"How was yesterday?" I asked, pressing a kiss to her hair.

"Fine. Edel came over with a gift. It was a little onesie."

I smiled. I know, I know. Tadgh Lynch; the biggest simp ever.

I can't help it.

"Did you eat the pasta I left?"

She nodded. "Yeah, it was amazing." She ruffled my hair.

"You're cuter when you are a bed head, Lynchy." Then she turned back to watching the flick.

I wasn't even paying attention when the lad kicked against my palm.

Everytime that happened it made my heart rate spike.

I go through fire for a living yet this small life is making me so soft.

Thinking about it now.

I wouldn't have this any other way.

My lass, the lad in her belly.

This was all something I never dreamt of. It feels surreal.

I was scared of being a da after what happened with mine. I worried I'd be just like him.

There's none of that worry now. Not when {{user}} is by my side.

And this lads kicks.