Small feet tapped gently against the inside of my belly. I could see their outlines on my skin, Smith wriggled and swirled and his small fists patting my hand on the other side of the wall of flesh. I was home alone, Kennedy and Jayden had just finished their classes and both had to work. I had just started watching the miniseries about Chernobyl and Smith was being extremely gentle with his kicking for the first time in what felt like forever. His kicks felt more like the fluttering wings of a butterfly than the usual Jorge Masvidal that he usually acted like. I stopped drawing circles around Smith's faint footprints. With my temper and Jayden's love for working out, it was not totally unlikely that Smith would end up taking an interesting in martial arts. I sighed, hating the thought of
