Exhausted but smiling she collapsed against the bed, her tiny body enveloped in the silky sheets, sweat clinging to her skin making her dark hair get even messier. Cupping her hand around the back of his neck her fingers played in the slightly damp hair at the base, "Mmmmmmmm and you are mine." It was a stated fact, purred against his lips with possessive tone. She dared anyone to try to take him from her. They would unleash hell upon themselves.
"Soooooo," She cooed sweetly at him, still playing with his hair, dotting playful kisses on his face and neck. "Will you tell me what is in the basement?"
Wait. Her eyes grew wide. She felt....something...weird. Like a butterfly beating its wings inside her belly. Never before had she felt anything like that. It was so soft, and strange. Like the rumble that might accompany being hungry but without the pain. "I-- I think the baby is moving."
In her head she was counting the weeks. Nearly at week twelve she realized it was the right time to feel it, according to the literature the doctor had given her. It would be quite some time before Logan could share in this, but for Selene, this was the most awe inspiring moment of her life, and she began to cry. Really, really cry.