Chapter 215 – Intensity

• “I don’t know,” Kent says, contemplative, starting to get up.
• “No,” I say, slipping my hand to his shoulder and keeping him there. “Um…I think the baby likes you there. Wants to hear you.”
• I don’t know if it’s even possible for that to be true – I think the baby is too young to hear anything outside my body – but since Kent has been speaking so close to my stomach there has been an increase in the fluttering and taps. I mean – it’s probably just chance – but…well, what’s the harm?