The butterfly-esque feeling in her tummy only increased when Maxwell shuffled next to her. “Feel—FEEL—”

Max hurriedly placed his hand against her rounding tummy. Six months along and the boy was starting to really move. So much so that Max would finally be able to feel—

“He-he’s moving!” Max smiled, sounding…astounded. Overjoyed. Touched. Elliot grinned over at her husband and kissed his cheek. “I love him so much already—I do—I dreamt that he was older—and he said he loved me—and I love him, Max—”

“I know…I know, Ell. I love him, too…and you.”