Another soft flutter rolled through my belly, making me giggle. I brushed my hand over Zaire’s, which was already resting warm and heavy on top of my bump.
"Zai... can I ask you something?" I asked, looking up at him.
He glanced down at me, a easy smile spreading across his face. "Anything, Ky."
"Why do you always say 'them' when you talk about the baby?" I teased, intentionally shifting so my bump nudged his hand. "We already know it's a girl."
Zaire chuckled, shrugging with a small, familiar smirk. "Well... I guess I'm just hoping there's *more*. Can't get too attached to one side of the debate until we know for sure. That first ultrasound was early, I'm still hoping."
I rolled my eyes, laughing at his stubbornness. "So you're saying it could be... either way?"
"Exactly," he said,
