"Hey... did you even sleep?" Stephen wakes up at three am to see me again not sleeping.

"No... I haven't..." I admit.

"I guess I don't tire you anymore." Stephen teases.

"Haha... we haven't done anything for a few weeks..." I shake my head.

"I'm just trying to make you smile." He brushes my hair back.

"Yeah... I don't know... I'm just... not ready to have this baby yet...." I laugh awkwardly.

"You have another ten weeks until you are due. So there's time to prepare." Stephen pulls me into his lap.

"I'm worried... im 30 weeks and I haven't even felt him move... maybe.... something is wrong?" I whisper.

"Well... Maybe he can tell how scared you are and is trying not to make you hurt." Stephen tries comforting me.

"Maybe.... but what if they have died.... I mean... either way I'll be ok... because if I don't have this little boy then I mean... I could have your baby...." I cover my face at me even suggesting it.

"I'd like that... (y/n) i mean... I've only thought about that for years... geez I'm a nut job... crazy..."

"You're my crazy."