"Shawn, she's kicking!" you squealed, trying your best to hop up from the couch to meet your husband halfway.

He came barrelling out of the kitchen, his large hands stretched out in front of him to get a grip on your baby bump.

His eyes were wide with wonder and excitement, cheeks flushed with adrenaline when his warm palm brushed your cotton t-shirt. He hadn't had the opportunity to feel the baby moving around yet with such a busy schedule, especially since she liked to squirm around lunch time.

"He," Shawn teased, his twinkly eyes meeting yours as they flickered upward. "I'm sure of it."

"Whatever, babe," you giggled, resting your hands on your lower back as he softly rubbed your stomach in search of firmness. "Over here!" you said excitedly, grabbing his wrist and placing his hand on the lower right quadrant of your stretched abdomen.

A huff of air escaped his nose as he shook his head with a smile, interlacing his free hand with your fingers.

"Babe, oh my God," he stuttered as tears seemed to be pooling in his eyes.

"Shawn, you good?" you giggled, releasing his hand and running your fingers through his chocolate curls as he crouched down.

His face was inches from your stomach as he looked up at you, gently feeling the patterns of pressure on your skin.

"Yeah, it's just, I'm so, you're incredible," he spoke in disbelief, rubbing your side with his other hand. "Like, that's our baby in there. We fucking made that."

You giggled, tilting your head down to look at him. "Yeah, thanks, by the way," you spoke, earning a choked giggle to erupt from Shawn's throat.

"Was fun, babe," he laughed, causing you to give his curls a joking tug.

"How's it goin' in there, little guy?" Shawn spoke, leaning a little closer to your bulging middle. "Is it warm? Is Mom keeping it warm for you?"

"Shawn," you shook your head, wondering what his point was.

"Just a sec," he said, placing a kiss to your tummy and pulling your t-shirt up a few inches. "I already love you so much."

"Shawn, he doesn't know what you're saying," you protested, trying to peel his hands from your stomach.

"'Scuse me, Miss, this is a private conversation," he smirked up at you, rubbing small circles on your firm middle.

"Oh my God," you laughed, tucking your hair behind your ears.

"A little privacy would be much appreciated," he smiled, placing another kiss to your tummy before standing and clasping your face in his large hands.

"I love you, idiot," you spoke, meeting his amber gaze as he shot you a toothy grin, pulling you in for a soft kiss.