Imagine laying on the couch next to Jacob. You were heavily pregnant and felt like the baby is about to pop anytime. You take a look at your huge belly. "Look at this, Jacob," you said. "We're going to be parents soon."

He looked at you with a wide, loving grin. "I know, my lovely Louisa. This is the best part of our marriage, having a child," he said. You smiled, scooted closer to him. He welcomed you with his arms that goes around your shoulder.

"Should I make you a cup of tea?" he offered. "I know you're tired." You always love his caring side, despite his recklessness. That's what makes you fall in love with him, with Jacob Frye the father figure.

You chuckled. "You don't have to. I just want to cuddle with you," you said. He chuckled and rubbed your belly. "If it's a boy, I will name him Jacob Junior," he said. You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, that's waay too cheesy," you retorted.

"He'll be a strong and the most feared guy in his school," he ignored your comment. "What can I say? His father is Jacob Frye the Great."

He lowered his head closer to your belly and gave the baby a smooch, which makes you giggle. And right at the exact spot and time where Jacob kiss, the baby gives a huge kick. Jacob was a little thrown off. You laughed at his reaction. "That little shit just kicked me in the mouth!" he exclaimed.

"Hey! Don't swear in front of the baby," you said to him. He raised an eyebrow and moved you closer to him. "The baby can't hear what I'm saying right now..," he said. "Uhh.. yeah they can," you replied.

Jacob looked at you one more time before he turns his attention towards the baby. "Fuck! Shit! Motherfucker!"

"Stop it Jacob!" you cried, resulting a long and loud laugh from him. "Hey son of a bitch! Little piece of shit!" he continued. You let out a long sigh. "Are you kidding me right now...," you muttered.

___TheEnd___

Sorry for a super long update... But I hope you enjoy this one!