“I know,” he murmured against her neck as he nuzzled her. He’d dreamed about them having a child, but now that it was really happening, it was still so overwhelming. He was going to be a father. She was going to be a mother. And what would their child look like? They knew from the sonogram that it was a girl, and that her head was a normal size, but would she have blue skin, or peach? Would she have hair? Would she have his bright green eyes, or Katelynn’s soft brown ones? So many questions, so many hopes.
“I wish we didn’t have to wait so long. When she comes … no parents will ever have loved a child as much as we’re going to love her.”
“She can still hear us even now, love,” she commented softly, laying her hands over his as her fingers rubbed along his skin. “You just can’t really see or touch her but she’s here. She responds a lot your voice too. I’m not sure if you ever noticed?”
Katelynn loved talking to her belly, playing music for their child but it was when Jack talked that she really kicked and fussed around.
Jack’s eyes widened. He’d noticed how active the baby was (and secretly hoped it meant she’d be stronger and braver than her father), but he’d never noticed that it was because of him. “Really?” He pressed a hand over Katelynn’s belly now, pushing her shirt up a little, feeling the taut curve and the smoothness of her skin.
Jack Maple 