Chapter 160
- A hard kick pressed against my palm. “A fighter it is then.”
- Another kick. Leaning down until my face was over the bump, I pressed my hand a little firmer. “You need to let Ay—your,” I paused, my throat suddenly closing up, “your mommy rest. She is tired.”
- I waited for another kick. When it happened, I shook my head, my heart feeling a little fuller than before.