You look around for your husband Seth, making sure he was out of sight. You are currently on your 3rd trimester, ready pop any minute now.”Y/N, what the hell are you doing up. Sit back down babe.” Seth guided you down on the couch.”Seth,I’m pregnant not sick. A little standing won’t hurt me or y/b/n.” You complain, rubbing your belly.”Y/N, the doctor put you on bed rest for a reason. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you or y/b/n.” Seth replied, his hand circling your pregnant belly. You could see real emotions in his eyes. He really was afraid of losing you and your baby. Suddenly, your baby starts kicking up, Seth’s hand immediately ricocheting back.”She kicked. Y/N she kicked. She kicked just for daddy.” Seth cried, his head pressed down on your belly.”Hey baby girl, this is your daddy. Now, be a good sport and tell your mommy to stop being a dummy.” You slapped Seth’s head off of you, playfully.