Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Eddie’s dark head of hair shakes defiantly.
He says softly, “If you can find something that is too much trouble for me to do, then I’ll do it because you think it might be too much trouble. I won’t ever stop doing things for you, Kat, pregnant or not.”
“Is this a challenge, then?” I ask him, tilting my head. “Because I’ve got plenty of time on my hands with this bump to do plenty of thinking. I’ll find something that you won’t be able to do for me. Count on it.”
“I bet the babies know that I’ll do anything for the three of you already as well,” Eddie murmurs, brushing off my challenge most likely because he thinks I might stress myself out about it.
My head shakes in defiance, but as Eddie begins to trace along the left side of my swollen belly with his rings lying on the bedside table, a sudden thud takes me by surprise.
Eddie’s hazel eyes look up at me as mine look down, both of us staring at each other to make sure what we both actually felt is what we think it is, and not some sort of dream for us both.
Eddie’s dark head nods at me first, keeping his hand exactly where the thud came from out of anticipation for another one to show up.
I can still feel one of our babies wriggling around in my belly, silently trying to encourage one of them to do what they just did again to make sure we both know that it had happened. I can’t help but grin.
“Did one of our babies just kick me?” Eddie asks me after giving himself a moment to let it all sink in and coming back with a new sort of urgency in his tone. Despite that, he sounds very excited.
“I think they kicked because they were agreeing with me,” Eddie tells me with a smug little smile on his handsome face, lightly chuckling as my eyes roll and my head shakes, refusing to accept that my little babies are already taking their father’s side over mine.
“It was just a coincidence,” I try my best to argue his logic. “I’m the one that’s growing them in my belly, so they should know that I won’t stop until I come up with something for you.”
Of course, our little baby’s first kick couldn’t have come at a worse time for me, knowing that my dear Eddie would hold it against me as the funniest thing in the world for the rest of my pregnancy.
I just can’t believe how perfect the timing is for him, as annoying and hilarious as it is to think for a second that our twin girls actually sided with their daddy while in the womb.
“Well,” Eddie says, letting his hair brush gently across my belly. “You should know that I’m never leaving your side again now that the baby is kicking, too,” he tells me very seriously. “I never want to miss a single one of their kicks. They’re just incredible. I still can’t believe we made them.”
“You’re not coming with me to the bathroom,” I tell my dear husband. “Those are the kicks, my dear, that unfortunately, you might just have to miss out on, I’m afraid.”
“It wouldn’t be so bad,” Eddie hedges, grinning slowly from ear to ear.
“It’s not happening,” I assure him. I can’t hold back my smile, though, and I shake my head at him.
Eddie’s eyes roll as he taps against the top of his head. He says, thoughtfully, “I wonder if there are things that you can do to encourage babies to kick more. Do you think me tracing around your belly helped at all? I think that’s why it happened the first time.”
“Even if it didn’t help the baby, it helped me,” I admit, letting him cup my face in his big hand. His thumb caresses my skin gently. “I’ve lost count of the number of times you do this has helped ease some of my pain. It really does help.”
“I don’t want you to kick, though, I want the baby,” Eddie says with a groan. He’s joking and his hand is still touching my cheek with a soft sort of peaceful caress.
I let out a snort, and my hand hits the top of Eddie’s head once again as he continues to tease me. I do manage to lift my leg up by some miracle, reaching across to kick it against Eddie’s side gently, making sure that he knows that I’m more than capable of kicking him too.
“I didn’t even do anything to you,” Eddie complains with a laugh, grinning up at me. “I think pregnancy is making you feisty. I mean, you really will attack your poor husband for anything these days. Unwarranted aggression, really.”
I shrug my shoulders innocently as Eddie holds my hand in his own. “Think about it this way, baby. Maybe me kicking you will encourage the baby to kick more because they can see how it’s done. Smart, right? I think so.”