As he shifted and rolled toward her, intent to kiss her lips, his hand moved across her belly. He felt the subtle movement of the child she carried, and though he didn't break the kiss everything else in him stilled. If he quieted his mind enough, he could sense the boy, an entity entirely separate from Anna. He didn't linger there too long; he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the child. He was taking things one step at a time, and Anna was where he wanted to direct his focus.
Hus hand moved down over the bump, to tug at the hem of her shirt. He lifted his head, breaking the kiss, to meet her eyes.