But it was so hard to remember all of that when he was sprawled out on her lap like this.
She continued to run her hand through his thick, soft hair. He had a dense growth of stubble on his jaw, and she tentatively ran her palm over it, loving the burn of it on her skin. She was so riveted by the feel of him under her hand that at first the fluttering in her abdomen went unnoticed. But when it came again, she recognized that it wasn’t just a tummy rumble or the popcorn unsettling her stomach. A third, faint movement had her gasping and sitting up straighter.
Her movement woke Christian, who looked at her in alarm.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, instantly alert. “Are you okay?”
“I think the baby’s moving,” she whispered, keeping her voice low as if she were afraid a loud noise would scare th
