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Jessica is never alone. Their money and a true gem of a sister ( well, sister-in-law for him ) ensure it. Staff, friends, Amelia - there’s always someone around Mrs Whitly: keeping her company, watching over her and making sure that she’s alright and comfortable and doesn’t need anything.

However, Martin still feels like it’s his duty to be there for her at all times; his unique chance to experience the growth of their baby every step of the way with her. Together. But no matter how much he tries to limit his work hours so he can spend more time with Jessica and their yet unborn child, it never seems enough ( working long hours has never been a problem for him before, but now, with his wife pregnant, his priorities - normally perfectly balanced between love and work - have inevitably shifted more towards his beloved and the baby growing inside of her ).

That’s why Dr Whitly tries to make the most of every moment he gets to spend with Jessica.

Just like now.

He’s barely entered their house ( the house that will be filled with cries and laughter and all sorts of sounds that come with having a baby oh so soon ), shrugging his coat off on his way, and is already by his wife’s side. Kneeling in front of her, with his warm palms resting gently on the soft roundness of her belly, Martin seems to be focused entirely on the baby inside of her but, in reality, watches closely his beloved’s expression out of the corner of his eye, too, the smile on his face matching hers.

But as she laughs at his cooing, prompting him to trail off, Dr Whitly tilts his head slightly to give her his full attention and a playfully offended look.

“Let me inform you, darling, that a human fetus develops an ability to hear external sounds, their parents’ voices in particular, at approximately…” he doesn’t finish his thought, though, as the baby chooses that exact moment to kick against his palm.

It’s not the first time he feels it and, as a doctor, Martin knows that there’s nothing really magical about it ( just a baby-to-be's way of acknowledging its body's and, in particular, muscles' capability ), but stormy blue eyes still widen with wonder as his gaze shifts momentarily towards Jessica’s stomach again.

“And you’ve doubted his ability to hear me..!” Dr Whitly's smile is beaming and just a little too pleased as he looks up at his wife, but it's only a matter of moments before it softens and Martin leans up from his still kneeling position to kiss Jessica lightly on the lips as a way of greeting, taking one of his hands away from her belly to cup her cheek instead. The kiss is brief but satisfying in a domestic sort of way, and it's not long before he pulls away ( not far, their faces still inches apart ) only to whisper against her lips:

“Fuck it; I’m writing a love letter to a shark right now.”