Her heartbeat thumped under his hand, and he knew that he was the reason for that feeling. He adjusted, letting her move his hand down to her belly to see if he could feel the so-called fluttering from the baby. Maybe not a kick, but there was some kind of activity there. "I think..." and he paused, closing his eyes as he felt for it again, "there. I think I felt it then." And Tony couldn't help but smile. He was so very proud to feel his son then, the future heir of the massive Stark empire. He often wondered what he'd look like, if he'd have his mother's hair and his eyes and mouth.