Liora woke to find Leander already awake, watching her with soft eyes.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said, his hand moving to her stomach. The bump was pronounced now at fourteen weeks, impossible to hide. "How's our Atlas today?"
Our Atlas. The possessive made her chest ache.
"Active," she managed. "He kept me up half the night."
"I wish I could feel him move." Leander's face fell slightly. "Is it too early?"
"The books say sixteen to twenty weeks for first-time mothers to feel movement from the outside." Liora took his hand, placing it on her bump. "But soon. I promise."
They lay like that for a while, Leander's hand on her stomach, both of them pretending everything was normal.
"I have therapy this morning," he said eventually. "Dr. Morrison thinks I might graduate to forearm cru
