"Hey, beautiful," Blaine greeted very quietly. Kurt smiled and allowed Blaine's arms to wrap around his protruding belly in a warm embrace.

"Good morning, baby," he said in reply. Blaine's adventured underneath Kurt's sleep shirt to caress the bump skin-on-skin. A small nudge.

"Good morning, little one," Blaine said with awe in his voice. After a few minutes, Kurt's stomach gave a low growl.

"Breakfast?" Blaine asked with a chuckle.

"Yes, please." With the help of Blaine, Kurt stood up. The husbands trotted off to the kitchen where Blaine immediately took charge.

"The usual?" he asked. Kurt nodded and sat down at the table with some difficulty. In a short time, a plate of eggs and spinach topped with strawberry jam was placed in front of Kurt. Blaine joined him in eating but with a plate of plain eggs and bacon instead.

"What do we have going on today?" Kurt asked.

"Nothing, I believe," Blaine smiled. "Why?"

"I just don't feel up to par," Kurt replied glumly rubbing his abdomen. Blaine's concern was immediate. It was funny how his breath hitched.

"What's wrong? What do you need? A doctor? Oh god, is the baby coming?" he ranted with only one pause of breath and beginning to stand up from the table.

"Blaine," Kurt started. Blaine came to a full stop. "It's fine. We're fine. This is normal, okay? Nature," he reminded. Blaine nodded and exhaled.

"Okay, sorry," he said.

"You're such a concerned dad," Kurt laughed. Blaine smiled, proud to bear that impression. The husbands cleaned up breakfast before lounging on the couch to watch a movie. Food must've made Kurt drowsy because, half-way through "A Chorus Line", he fell asleep on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine' s heart always melted at the sight of Kurt with his eyes closed and breathing even. Like an angel, Blaine thought. For almost nine months, the baby bump acted as a magnet for his hands. Gently, he caressed his unborn child.

"Hey, baby. I can't wait to meet you," he said lovingly. Suddenly, almost as a response, a foot kicked out right where Blaine's hand was.

"Awww," he cooed to no one in particular. Kurt had woken up from the baby's nudging.

"Mmmmhh!" he groaned in discomfort. Blaine kissed his forehead.

"Do you want to sleep all day?" he asked knowing Kurt's recent habit of solid five-hour naps. With Kurt's nod of agreement, Blaine picked him up in a cradle, thanking his hobby of boxing because his husband plus the baby combined weighed quite a bit. He staggered off to the bedroom and placed Kurt on the bed where he curled up to a fluff pillow, subconsciously wary of his round belly. Thinking there wasn't anything else to do, Blaine got into his side of the bed with a book. Although he had been lost in the world of Harry Potter and his exciting search for horcruxes, he noted Kurt, who had been asleep for about an hour, moving in his peripherals. Since the pregnancy began, not only did Blaine become accustomed to the naps, but he also learned to focus on any small movements displaying discomfort. Unfortunately, Kurt whimpered. Hating any pain for anybody, Blaine threw the book away and softly pet Kurt's forehead that was scrunched in pain.

"Baby? Hey, come on, love," he pleaded. Immediately Kurt's eyes opened, hands flying to the baby, crying out in pain, and sitting up as well as he could in a flash of motion.

"Oooooh owww ow ow, Blaaaaaine!" he moaned. Blaine reached out to hold Kurt's hand gently but was gripped tightly anyhow. Blaine tried with all his might to stay calm and remind himself of the normality. He absolutely abhorred the Braxton Hicks. People told him that contractions were even more painful, and he really was not looking forward to it.

"Breathe, beautiful. You're doing well. Hold on," he comforted. Kurt's breathing was loud as he waited out the wave of pain. In a few moments, which seemed like forever for Blaine, Kurt's entire body visibly relaxed. He sank back onto the pillow.

"Fuck," he sighed. Blaine laughed lightly and stroked his husband's hair.

"Was that one stronger than usual?" he asked.

"Definitely," Kurt answered.

"Well," Blaine paused, "You're two weeks until nine months. It's only getting worse from now on!" That earned a nice slap from Kurt on his curly head of hair.

"Rude."

"I know," Blaine murmured and kissed Kurt. They were silent for a moment.

"I don't want to wait two more weeks to find out if it's a girl or a boy," Kurt admitted quietly.

"Do you want to go to the doctor?"

"No, no," Kurt corrected. "I was just saying." Silent again.

"I still have my bet on a girl," Blaine said, more to the belly between them on the bed.

"Hmmmm," Kurt trailed off, eyelids heavy.

"Go to sleep, baby," Blaine mumbled sweetly, fixing Kurt's hair. "I love you so much."