“Oddly, I do feel different.”
“In what way?”
“I’m not sure. It’s just a feeling I get.”
“Is it . . . a good feeling? Or not?”
She smiled at his concern. “I think it’s something good. You don’t need to worry.”
“Tell me if you feel anything different or unpleasant, alright?”
“I will.”
“What did you make for lunch?”
With that, she set the table and they enjoyed the food she made.
It was ten days later, when she woke up from a forgotten dream, that she felt something within her. It has become a habit, every morning, for her to touch her stomach and to feel for tiny heartbeats. This time, she was stunned as she clearly felt each beat. They were weak, but clear.
Jared was woken up by the sudden surge in her emotions. He could clearly feel it, and he was momentarily confused, t
