What's Wrong With Me?

Part 8 - The Title

It was 5:00 am on the dot and Tim was already awake. His arm wrapped around Lucy's back and a hand over her stomach. This morning was different though. He woke up having a brand new title- Dad.

It was a simple title but full of huge responsibilities. His own Dad wasn't even father figure to him. He kinda just got the title- but never owned up to it. Tim promised to himself that whatever happened, whether their child did something wrong, or was crying, or was just not feeling well that he would never- never- shut them out and dismiss them like his own father.

It might seem a bit dramatic to outsiders but Tim was living proof that what his father did to him still haunts him to this day. Even when he was six feet under he still found a way to mess with Tim's head.

Tim decided to try something.

He carefully moved his arm away from Lucy's back and scooted down on the bed until he was face-to-face with Lucy's belly. Lucy stirred slightly, running her fingers through his hair before falling back to sleep.

T: hey there little star, he said softly, gently stroking Lucy's belly.

T: I know you probably can't hear me yet but I wanted to tell you that your momma and I love you so much. I'll never let anything bad happen to you and I'll love you no matter what, he continued softly, before kissing Lucy's stomach.

Then he heard the sheets ruffling followed by a sleepy groan.

L: baby?, she called, her voice rough from sleep.

L: what are you doing?, she said, pulling back the covers to see Tim.

T: I was talking to our little star, he said with a sheep-ish grin.

L: awh, baby you're so sweet, she said a bit teary eyed.

L: what did you say?, she asked.

T: that stays between me and my little son or daughter, he teased, kissing her belly one last time before scooting up.

L: wow, already having secrets without me I see, she giggled.

Tim laughed and kissed her lips.

T: how are you feeling?, he asked, as she wrapped herself around him.

L: pretty good, we'll see after breakfast though, she joked.

T: speaking of breakfast, what would both you like to have?

L: I'll just have bread and jam, with some coffee, she said.

T: you sure?

L: yeah, I don't want to be feeling sick for the doctor's appointment later, she told him.

T: okay that sounds like a good plan.

T: let's start getting ready, we don't want to be late again or else Grey would know that something's up, he explained.

Lucy nodded in agreement and reluctantly followed Tim to the kitchen.

They got showered, got dressed, ate breakfast and headed out the door.

*In Tim's Truck*

The whole car ride to the station Lucy could have sworn that Tim's hand was glued to her shirt. She actually found it kinda sweet- and hot at the same time.

L: you don't know how hot you look right now, she said, her voice low and dangerous.

T: is that so?, he teased, his voice equally as low.