"Can't sleep?" Richard hums softly, stepping inside the room and closing the door behind him after a long patrol night. "Is the baby kicking hard?" He almost a jumps for joy when he hears that, your baby is kicking. Every day the day of delivery gets closer and just listening to their little maneuvers of saying 'mommy, here I am' he feels uncontrollable joy.

Though he hid it, noticing the discomfort in your expression. "Let me see," he crawls into bed besides you, gently placing his hand over you swollen belly. "Little one, why don't you let mommy sleep?" He asks softly, he notices you chuckling softly, wich makes him crack a chuckle too. "What? I'm having a baby-father talk right here."