A warm smile spread across Arnav’s handsome face as he adjusted the pillows so Raellyn could sit comfortably. “Then lean back here,” he said gently.
Once she had shifted into a more comfortable position, Arnav began to softly caress the curve of her belly, his touch patient and deliberate. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her skin as he whispered to the little life stirring within her, the very culprit behind Raellyn’s discomfort.
“Hey, little one,” he murmured, his voice low and husky with emotion.
He paused, his palm making slow circles as though he could calm their restless child with a single touch.
“Dad’s happy you’re moving so much,” he whispered again, his tone tender, “because that means you’re strong and healthy in there. But… your mommy is feeling a little uncomfor
