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Sammie had been tossing and turning for the last couple of hours, not getting more than a few minutes of sleep in that time frame. And since Sammie wasn’t getting much sleep, neither was Chris. He felt bad that his wife, who was nearing the end of her pregnancy, couldn’t get comfortable.
She stopped moving for a split-second, hoping this was gonna be a good spot to get comfortable. Chris moved up behind her, pulled her to him, and began rubbing circles on her belly.
“Is the little guy up again or your back hurting?” Chris murmured, kissing an open spot on her neck.
“A little bit of both. He’s going crazy. He must think it’s a rave or something. Little does he know, Mommy’s bladder and kidneys can’t take all the partying anymore.” Sammie groaned and moved her hand to up near her ribs, where the little guy decided to kick his little legs.
Sammie had enough. She sat up, reached over and turned on the lamp, resting on the nightstand. Chris sat up as well, rolling over to turn on his lamp too. If she wasn’t going to sleep, she was going to make the most of her time. She grabbed the book she was currently reading, and opened it up to where she left off.
“You’re actually gonna read right now?” Chris yawned, clearly tired.
“No one said you had to stay up with me. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.” Sammie answered.
Chris moved closer to her and reached over Sammie grabbing the shea butter.
Sammie glanced up from her book and saw what Chris was doing.
“Chris why do you have the shea butter? You already rubbed some coconut oil on my belly after our bath. Don’t you think putting shea butter on now is a little excessive?” She was clearly annoyed Chris was doting on her.
She did love the attention Chris had been giving her, but since she was nearing the end of her pregnancy, it seemed as if he was hovering over her every minute. She just needed some breathing room.
“Babe, you and I both know when I put that coconut oil on, he calmed down. So let’s see if this works. If it doesn’t then I’ll go out and buy you some greasy hot wings with some ranch dressing, okay?” Chris pleaded.
“Damn you! You look too cute with those puppy dogs eyes. And wings do sound good. But what place is open at midnight?”
“Any sports bar of your choosing. So please will you let me put some shea butter on?” Chris whined, begging.
Sammie couldn’t stop smiling and she shook her head. “Yes. But no funny business Chris. I’m not in the mood.”
“Yes, Momma!”
Chris lifted the silk top up, exposing Sammie’s very pregnant belly. It was clear the baby was awake. He could see what looked like a little foot moving around. He smiled down at his soon-to-be son and couldn’t wait to hold him when he made his debut.
Opening the shea butter, he squeezed some into his hands and began to rub Sammie’s belly. She flinched and moved a bit from the coolness of the contents, but quickly went back to reading.
Chris moved his face closer to her belly so he could sing to his little boy.
“Hey little guy. It’s Daddy. We need to go to sleep. Momma is tired with you keeping her up all night. I promise we’ll make it up to you, okay? But maybe if I sing to you it will help.”
Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Daddy’s gonna buy you a Pat’s jersey.
And if that Pat’s Jersey won't fit,
Papa's gonna buy you a pair of Mickey Mouse ears.
“Chris, I don’t think either of those things are gonna fit him when’s he that little.” Sammie ran her fingers through Chris’ hair as she was still reading.
And if those Mickey Mouse ears don’t fit,
Daddy’s gonna ask Marvel for a baby cap suit.
“Honey, I’m sure he’ll be okay without a cap suit. At least until he’s old enough to know what superheroes are.” Sammie laughed.
“I know. But I can dream, can’t I? Besides, I think he’d look awfully cute in a photo with his superhero dad wearing matching costumes.”
“I don’t doubt that. But I think you’re singing worked. He’s not moving anymore.” Sammie closed her book and pulled her shirt down.
“See I’m the ‘Dad Whisperer.’ it works every time.” Chris handed Sammie the shea butter, who put it on the nightstand.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself there, Captain. We’ll reevaluate this when this little guy arrives.” She points to her belly.
“Since I got him to sleep, how about her go to sleep.” Chris wiggled his eyebrows.
“I know what sleep you mean. However, this soon-to-be momma is tired. But thank you for helping the little guy to calm down and sleep.” Sammie gave Chris a soft kiss on his lips.
Sammie turned off the light and got in a comfortable sleeping position before Chris took his place, spooning her. He draped his arm over Sammie, resting on her belly, rubbing small circles. Before he drifted off to sleep he sang one more time.
Hush little baby don’t say a word,
Daddy is the baby whisperer.