Tim, slowly but surely, found himself waking up. He adjusted his position a bit, taking note of the strange surface his head was resting on. He rustled his brow, then opened his eyes a bit.

It was a bad decision.

He found himself staring directly at Sophia's stomach. Her breathing was slow, and she wasn't moving. It took him a moment to connect what was happening, but eventually, he realized what it was that was happening. But he didnt freak out. For once in his life, he didn't freak out. He simply sat up, slowly, as not to wake her up too. He moved over to the other side of the couch, blushing profusely. 

Absentmindedly, he took out his phone. A distraction. It was 3:30. He had been out for more than an hour. So had she, apparently. He looked at her for a few more moments, watching her sleep before snapping out of tat strange trance he was in. This happened a lot around her.

He wondered why.