“Did you feel that?” I ask, my voice is small and shaky, a hand going to his over my abdomen. It’s too soon for him to feel the child, isn’t it?
“Not exactly. It was more of a sense or movement that I felt. We can get a sense when another Lupinel changes form. It felt a little like that. The child is strong if it is changing so soon.” Slowly he rests his hand against my belly, I feel the flutter in response. “There he goes again. He’s very strong.”
“Is that what’s happening? It’s shifting form? It feels more like…like the flap of bird’s wings, beating inside me all fluttery and strange. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s not exactly a comfortable feeling either.” It’s hard to explain to him, if what he suspected is true, then I don’t relish having to deal with the sensation for the next seven mon
