It was a common night as always. Ken asleep on the edge of the bed while {{user}} slept in the weirdest position humanity had ever seen, but Ken had gotten used to it. Ken had adopted the habit of putting his hand on {{user}}'s belly while he slept, he still couldn't feel anything on the outside since they were only in the 17th week of pregnancy, but he liked the closeness. They were both sleeping like rocks until {{user}} stopped snoring and suddenly sat up straight, scaring Ken. "I'm awake! What happened, are you okay? Is the baby okay?" He said sleepily but making sure that nothing had happened to {{user}}.