“I don’t know,” Kent says, contemplative, starting to get up.
“No,” I say, slipping my hand to his shoulder and keeping him there. “Um…I think the baby likes you there. Wants to hear you.”
I don’t know if it’s even possible for that to be true – I think the baby is too young to hear anything outside my body – but since Kent has been speaking so close to my stomach there has been an increase in the fluttering and taps. I mean – it’s probably just chance – but…well, what’s the harm?
“Really?” Kent asks, intrigued, turning his attention back to the baby. “Can the baby…tell?”
“I don’t know,” I laugh. “But I can feel baby moving more right now – and the same thing happened when Daniel used to imitate you –“
“What?” Kent says, sitting up straight in surprise now, which makes me burst out la
