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She stands with her hands on her hips and looks at me “Do you really think it’s that?”

“I think so” I nod “I read soas when it’s really the baby ” She presses her hand to the s it now?”

She nods “Yeah”

“Can I feel?” I hold out my hands to her stomach and wait for her to nod When she does I place ainst the white shirt and feel I don’t feel any movement, just the heat of her skin I frown, disappointed

“You don’t feel it?” she asks, and she sounds as sad as me

I shake my head “No, but don’t freak out I also read that the mother feels it first before it’s noticeable on the outside—so if that’s what it is I should feel it a feeeks”

I keepShe places her hand over mine

“This baby is so lucky to have you as a daddy,” she tells me

I reht not see it, but this baby is incredibly lucky to have you as its mommy”

She looks away, like she doesn’t want to hear my words—doesn’t want to believe them

I still haven’t figured out a way to show her that she can do this, but I know I’ll think of so eventually

For now, all I have are words, and I’ll keep telling her over and over again until she believes them

“You’re too good to me,” she finally says

I shakethe truth”

She steps up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss toaway