You were six months pregnant—exactly halfway through your pregnancy—and Norm was expecting the unexpected. He didn't really know much about Na'vi pregnancies, and to say he was freaking out would be an understatement.

"Are you okay?"

He asked for the millionth time today, all because you complained about a stomachache this morning.

"My love, I am alright."

You reassured, holding his hand gently.

"That's what you said six months ago and look at where we are now!"

He snapped, pointing a hand at your belly. He then paused, and took a deep breath to steady himself.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you can't seriously expect me to believe you after that."

He said apologetically. You rolled your eyes.

"Seriously, is everything okay, is the baby fine?"

He asked, his eyes full of concern.

"Yes."

You said, growing slightly annoyed.

He began flipping through the pages of a book about Na'vi pregnancies, searching for anything that would explain that stomachache from earlier.

"Don't you think you are taking this a little too seriously?"

You asked. His head shot up, as if you personally offended him by asking that question.

"No! In fact, I think you're not taking this seriously enough."

He huffed as he went back to his book.

"Right.."

You sighed, taking a seat next to him and accepting your fate.

He placed a soft hand on your belly as he kept reading. He drew small circles on it with his thumb as he kept flipping through the pages.