19 weeks pregnant.
We were lying in bed together when it happened. Our baby’s first kick. It was only right that it should have unfolded this way, with Kate feeling her baby’s first movement too.
Her hand rested gently on my (still mostly non-existant) baby bump, as it does every night. Out of nowhere, from the busy stillness within, there you were. Pop!
We stared, wide-eyed, at the spot you had shown yourself. One fluttering flick. And then one more, distinct though softer this time. And you were gone. For now.