It took a moment for his heart to stop racing in panic enough to register what she was saying. Gently, he laid his hand over the mound of her stomach, his breath caught in his throat...waiting...
...and then he felt it, the smallest of motions beneath his palm. He gasped and his eyes flew to hers. "My God," he whispered, leaning over towards the belly. "Hello there, little one," and he leaned further and kissed the soft skin there.