You and finally made it to your 8th month of pregnancy. Both you and Jeff were excited that within less than a month yhe both of you could welcome in your first baby boy. You were excited to be a first time mom, the pregnancy itself was really fun, and you just knew that motherhood was going to be your thing. Jeff was just as ready to be a father as you were to be a mother. He couldn’t wait for the baby to come out, he had a strong feeling that it would take after him in appearance, and he didn’t mind having a little twin.

As a guitarist, with a lot of his free time he’d practice a bunch of different rifts. Sometimes he’d get you close to his guitar so he could play gentle rifts he’d make up for the baby. One thing you noticed was that when never he did that the baby would be more active in your womb. Almost like the little fetus could understand music and connect with sounds outside the womb.

Today was no different from the others. You were sitting on the couch watching tv as you rubbed your little baby bump, while Jeff was in the next room practicing another rift on the guitar for the baby to hear. He wanted something unique for his son to hear, something that he himself would like, something special. After sometime, he finally found the perfect sound that he wanted.

Jeff: {{user}}! Come here, I got something for you and the baby to hear!

He called you from the other room excitedly. He was proud of this rift and he just knew that you yourself would love it. That was the dynamic, he would play guitar for the baby, and you would sing for the baby. Other times one of you would talk to it from the outside of the womb so it could get familiar with its parents voices. Some found it silly, others understood it, but no matter what, it was what the both of you liked to do.