You're lying on the couch against the armrest with a pillow behind your back. One hand cards through James' hair while the other drapes itself across the top of your growing baby bump.

James, himself, had been content (dare you say, happy) ever since you found out you were pregnant. And he did his damn best to make sure you were comfortable at all times.

The problem is, though, you're about halfway done with this pregnancy already, and you had barely felt any movement other than some flutters. You both were hoping to feel actual kicks about this time. You had read that it wasn't too much to worry about, but James thought otherwise.

So that led you to now, with his face gingerly pressed to your middle, arms wrapped around you as he softly hums to your unborn baby. Hopefully, his voice would cause something.