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To this moment.
I want to keep my hand on her stomach all day, just to feel the baby move.
“My midwife says I’ll probably do more growing in the stomach over the next few weeks,” she answers softly. I don’t know if I’m supposed to move my hand from her, but I don’t want to.
So I don’t.
“He’s going to grow more and run out of room,” she laughs.
“You’re having a boy?” I finally muster up the courage to ask. I don’t know why it’s a big deal, why asking that feels like another hurdle.
Maybe it’s because Dylan is so open right now.
I don’t want it to change.
She nods and, voice at a whisper, says, “I am.”
“Are you…are you keeping him?” I force my eyes from my hand and her stomach, to her gray ones. Damn, I wish this room had windows. A way to turn on the overhead lights without getting up.
But I have to make due with the soft blue glow.
I can see enough.
But I want to see more.
She nods again.
“Are you scared?” The question is out of my mouth before I can think about it, and her answer is an unexpected guffaw.
“I’m terrified.”
I absently rub my hand over the bump, and the baby shifts a little. “Who knows?”
“The Whites. My agent. You.”
“Your parents?”
She’s quiet a moment before answering. “They do, but they don’t know the full story. They were upset I didn’t go home for my birthday, and my mom was hurt when I told her I didn’t want a shower.”
I’m not a complete idiot and know that showers are how first-time mothers do most of their prep for the upcoming baby. If Dylan has been hiding out here…
“Where are you, I mean, how…?” I stop, not sure how to word what I’m asking. Finally, I manage, “What are you bringing him home to? You have a place? A rom for him?”
“Charleigh’s helping me.” She leaves it at that, and I decide to let her.
She’s already opened up far more than I would have guessed she would this weekend.
Speaking of…
“I’d like to come back next weekend. If you’re okay with that.”
My hand is on her stomach, so of course, I can feel her deep breath.
But more than the physical, I feel it inside me.
“I think I’d like that.”
