A/N: So I have this headcanon that Mike is the most indulgent father on the planet. He can't deny his baby girl anything, even if it means getting up in the middle of the night. But Baker-Lawson #2 is on the way, so Tillie has to learn to self-soothe. The thing is, Ginny's not sure who's learning, the baby or Mike.

Mike is still awake, side effect of having a heavily pregnant wife snoring beside him, when Tillie's cries drift through the baby monitor. He tries to slide out of bed, but Ginny's voice stops him. "Leave her alone. She has to learn."

They had agreed to teach Tillie to self-soothe, something she desperately needed to learn just a few months shy of her second birthday, and Mike was on board until bedtime rolled around and he wasn't allowed to rock her to sleep after her bath. The baby was a bit confused, but sleepy enough not to miss the ritual, promptly dozing off after Mike put her in her pajamas and gave her her last bottle.

Ginny isn't confident in her husband's willpower. (She had nearly succumbed to tears herself when Tillie was weaning.) It hurt her like hell too, hearing her baby crying, but they're expecting another baby in a matter of weeks and they need Tillie to grow up just a little.

She takes to self-soothing quickly, her cries becoming louder when neither of them comes. Mike looks at his wife, her belly bobbing rhythmically as she sleeps. "Gin, listen to that. Something's wrong with her."

"You've spoiled her rotten," Ginny murmurs sleepily, rolling onto her side. Tillie's cries go up another octave and she almost gets out of bed, but if she breaks, they'll never accomplish anything. After a few minutes, the volume lowers, replaced by fading whimpers. "See? She's learning to calm herself down."

"Or she's quietly suffocating because her blanket's covering her face."

"She can post selfies. I doubt a blanket got the best of her," Ginny replies.

He looks over her shoulder at the baby monitor's display. Tillie is lying in her crib, seemingly asleep again. An hour passes before Tillie wakes up again. She wails "Mama" and Mike smirks at the speed with which his wife heaves her belly out of bed and waddles to the nursery. He turns over, looks at the monitor's screen, watches Ginny carry the baby around, bouncing her gently. "Did you have a bad dream? Hmm?"

"Want Papa." Mike's already out of bed, headed for the nursery.

Ginny raises her eyebrows at his speed, and at the way Tillie nearly jumps from her arms to get to him. "What's the matter, Jr.?"

The baby holds up her bare left foot. "You lost your sock? Papa'll find it for you."

"But you didn't spoil her rotten?" Ginny teases as she waddles to Tillie's ladybug bathroom.

"Her foot's cold." He finds the sock under her crib and puts it back on her foot, smiling at his baby girl in her yellow polka dot onesie. "Ready to go back to bed?"

"Wan' play," she replies.

Mike smiles, thinking they might if Ginny were out of town, but he shakes his head. "Not play, Jr. It's time for bed. We gotta go back to sleep, okay?"

Tillie nods. "Okay, Papa."

Ginny watches from the doorway as Mike walks her around the room, bouncing her gently. She smiles as he sings to her, thinking she's never seen Mike Lawson so whipped. "God gave me you for the ups and downs/ God gave me you for the days of doubt/ And for when I think I've lost my way/ There are no words here to left to say it's true/ God gave me you..."

Tillie's eyes, now as brown as her mother's, fall closed. Mike sings a few more lines, waiting until she's completley out before he puts her back in the crib and tucks her Disney princess blanket around her. Ginny bumps him with her belly to pull himaway from the crib and they go back to bed.

She smirks at the rhythmic kicking in her belly, then turns to her husband. "Now you woke the other one up."

Isaac Michael Baker-Lawson, seven weeks away from his debut, was more active than Tillie had ever been. Ginny cherishes the few hours he's asleep, or at least immobile. Mike laughs, leans over to her belly. "It's bedtime for you, Jr."

Ginny wrinkles her nose at him. "You can't call them both Jr."

"I don't wanna call him Isaac. Forgive me."

Since Mike named Tillie, it was only fair that Ginny got to name the second baby. She chose Isaac, Hebrew for "he laughs" to commemorate Mike's reaction to finding out they having another baby. She shakes her head at her husband. "Well we're not gonna call him Mike."

She refuses to call him Mike. Not because she hates the name, but because Mike named their dog, a corgi prone to snoring, Mike Jr., and she refuses to name their baby after a dog. Mike laughs. "It's not gonna confuse the dog, Gin."

"It might. Plus I don't want my baby to be named after a dog."

"Our baby will be named after a hall of famer, rookie."

Ginny yawns, snuggles closer to him. Mike pushes her head away. "Self-soothe. Go to bed by yourself."

Ginny lookes up at him and pouts. "That's mean. You cuddled Jr."

Mike can't help smiling. "Don't make the pouty face, Gin. I hate the pouty face."

Ginny keeps it up, struggling not to smile, and Mike finally pulls her to him. He kisses her forehead, rubs her belly. Ginny kisses his chin, nuzzles his neatly trimmed hair. "I love you, old man."

He pokes her stomach, laughs at the kick that responds. "There's your old man."

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