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Her days have started to look mostly the same. She's still on the morning shift at the diner (which is fine, she likes being home with Neal in the evening), but she doesn't even really need to set an alarm anymore. It never fails, 6am rolls around and she's running for the bathroom. It doesn't matter what she ate the night before; every morning, like clockwork, she's making friends with the toilet.

She's so tired all the time too, and she can't even have coffee to wake up. Her one consolation right now is that she can eat whatever she wants.

The first thing she does when she gets home after work is go to take a shower. There are so many food smells clinging to her clothes, and to her skin, and she needs to be rid of them. She puts on something more comfortable – stretchy pants and one of Neal's t-shirts – and plops on the couch to wait for him to get home. Her belly is starting to grow larger and she's going to need to go shopping for some maternity clothes soon. How are they going to afford that?

She closes her eyes while waiting for him to get home. She's not even halfway through yet. It's going to be a long six more months.

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Neal can't hod back when he feels her body tense and her muscle clench. He continued thrusting feeling his own climax peek with hers. He held out for as long as he could, moaning her name as he filled her.

She collapses on top of him, her body pressed against his, as she catches her breath. "How did you get so good at this?"

"I practiced with you remember." He gathered her up in his arms and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

She gets off of him and snuggles up next to him, where she bops him lightly on the nose. "You better have only been practicing with me."

Neal laughed softly before taking her hand and lightly kissing the finger that booped his nose.

"Of course. I've never been able to think about anyone else." From the moment that they met she'd always been a presence in his thoughts.

She rests his hand on her growing belly, where soon she should be able to feel movement. "That's how I know we can do this."

"Yeah." Neal placed his hand on top of hers, a warm smile growing over his lips. His brow furrows slight when he feels a soft vibration against his palm.

"He kicked."

That was a strange sensation for her. "If he does it too much, I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight."

Neal kissed her with a smile. "I'm sure he'll calm down and sleep too. Why don't we sing to him?" Neals mother used to sing for him before she'd left.

"You go ahead. I want to hear it too." She needs to get her sleep as much as the baby does.

Neal smiled at her before running through his memories. He knew a few songs but even he had his favorite as a kid.

"Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three bags full
One for my master and one for my dame
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.
Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three bags full"

His voice was a deep whisper as his hand lightly pet Emma's stomach and then her forehead. The song was for both of them.

Her fingers thread lazily through his hair and she smiles as he sings. "Sing us another one."

Neal laughed. "That isn't even the whole song." He teased her, kissing her lightly on the nose before he continued.

"Hush, hush, time to be sleeping
Hush, hush, dreams come a-creeping
Dreams of peace and of freedom
So smile in your sleep, bonny baby

Once our valleys were ringing
With songs of our children singing
But now sheep bleat till the evening
And shielings lie empty and broken
Hush, hush, time to be sleeping
Hush, hush, dreams come a-creeping
Dreams of peace and of freedom
So smile in your sleep, bonny baby

Where is our proud highland mettle
Our troops once so fierce in battle
Now stand, cowed, huddled like cattle
And wait to be shipped o'er the ocean
Hush, hush, time to be sleeping
Hush, hush, dreams come a-creeping
Dreams of peace and of freedom
So smile in your sleep, bonny baby

No use pleading or praying
For gone, gone is all hope of staying
Hush, hush, the anchor's a-weighing
Don't cry in your sleep, bonny baby"

"I like that one." Her fingers trace lazy circles on his scalp as she starts to relax. "So does he, I think. He's calmed down now."

"You should be sleeping." He whispered before kissing her on the forehead. He never wanted to stop kissing her.

"I can sing it again."

"Sing it again and maybe I'll sleep." Or maybe she'll stay up and listen to him sing some more.

Neal smiled and began to the song again. His voice was deep and soft and his tempo slowed in order to lull his love into a deep slumber. She’d be thankful in the morning and he knew that she needed her sleep.

By the time he finishes the song, she has closed her eyes and started to doze off. "See you in the morning," she murmurs sleepily at him.

"See you in the morning." He replied softly, giving her one last kiss on the forehead before he too closed his eyes and fell asleep.

She's awake before him in the morning, so when he gets up and comes into the kitchen, he'll find her sitting at the table eating scrambled eggs. They're about the only thing she has learned how to cook so far.

"Morning."

Neal had no idea how she got up without waking him. It was one of many talents that Emma had that he both loved and hated. His arms stretched overhead and he greeted her with a smile.

“Morning. Do you work today?”

He walked over to the frig, pulling open the door to peer inside. He was looking for orange juice like he did most mornings.

"Nope. I have the day off." And she plans to spend it sitting around the apartment doing nothing.

Neal nodded his head before glancing at the clock. "I have to go in this morning." He then pulled his attention back to the refrigerator, finding the orange juice and pouring some into a large glass.

"Okay. I'll just sit around the apartment naked by myself then." And maybe have a surprise or two for him when he gets home. "Have fun at work."

Neal looked at her over his orange juice. "That's just mean. I won't be able to focus on work at all." He walked over to her and lightly kissed her forehead.

"It's a short day. I'll be home at lunch." His job let him move around his hours and work weekends and considering he told his employer that Emma was pregnant he got a little leeway when he wanted.