Outside a storm raged, rattling the windows, but inside Will and Elizabeth were snug and warm in their bed. By the golden glow of the lamplight, Elizabeth read her novel; Will was nearly asleep. His head was pillowed on her breast and he could feel her heart beating steady and slow beneath his cheek, while she gently stroked his hair.
She started suddenly and cried. "There!"
Grabbing his hand, she pressed it against the hard curve of her belly. Something rippled beneath his palm, a faint but definite tickling.
"Is that him?"
She grinned, "That's him. Practicing his footwork already."
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August 18 2007, 04:52:59 UTC 4 years ago
This was a lovely, comfortable scene. Makes me happy.
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