*Abby’s POV*

“I love it.” I said to Patrick as I waddled into the room. He had just finished painting the new room for the baby. A perfect pink for our baby girl. He walked over and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks babe.” I followed him into the the kitchen as he started to make himself a sandwich. “Pat, let me do it.” I said trying to stop him from continuing on. “No Abby, you go rest I’ll do it.” He brushed past me and opened the fridge. The past few months Patrick has been so protective of me. He has been making sure I ate right, exercised, and rested a lot. I mean, I don’t blame him, but I'm getting sick of it. I just want to have the baby already! The pain is awful, I’m sick most of the time, and the rest of the time I’m a bitch! I feel bad for Pat, he has to put up with me 24/7. I try to make it up to him as much as I can, but I think we are both getting sick of this pregnant thing.

“So have we come up with a good name yet?” Pat asked me as I climbed into bed next to him. “I don’t know, you tell me?” I said, putting his arm over my shoulder. “Well the baby is gonna be here very shortly, so we need to pick a name sweety.” I looked up at him and said “Amelia.” He stared at me for a second before he smiled. “It’s perfect Ab!” I laughed, “Good, because I didn't really wanna argue with you.” I turned back from laying on my side and faced the ceiling. “I love you Pat.” Before I even got a response I fell asleep thinking of our daughter.

“Wow Patrick.” I said as I sat up to the smell of coffee and eggs. “Breakfast in bed? You are the best husband anyone could ask for.” He placed the tray on my lap and sat next to me, watching me while I ate. “I just want you to be comfortable with anything you do.” he said smiling. “Aww Patty, why didn't you do this stuff before we were married? All you wanted was sex!” I said laughing. “I don’t know.” he said like a little boy before adding, “Oh believe me, I still want the sex ya know.” I looked at him and smiled my sneaky little smile. He knew what I was thinking. I put the tray of food on the night stand. “Well Patrick, I know you have been a very good boy helping me around the house,so why can’t I pleasure you?” I got on top of him and started pulling down his pjs. “I don’t know, why can’t you?” he said putting his head back on the pillow while I did my thing.

-2 weeks later-

It was 2 in the morning and I could feel the baby kicking. I laid in bed feeling nausea in a pool of sweat. Any day now I could have the baby. I looked down and the shadows of where my bags were packed for the hospital. I read all about being pregnant, but still I wasn't prepared for it happening. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and immediately I yelped. My little yell woke Patrick up. He turned on the lamp next to him and turned to face me. “Pat, grab the bags. I think I’m gonna have the baby.” He didn't say a word as he jumped off the bed, grabbed the bags, and ran out of the bedroom. I thought he almost forgot me, but he came back 5 minutes later and guided me to the car. “Here we go.” I said to myself. “I’m gonna be a mommy.”