She pointed toward the window at the end of the hallway, and large tears rolled down her cheeks as if she would not stop.
Stellan finally lowered his arm and walked slowly over to stand beside Annika.
"I was only going to buy you that creamy pumpkin soup. Stop crying now." His voice was unusually soft and gentle.
Annika's sobs gradually quieted. She reached out, grabbed Stellan's wrist, and pressed his palm against her flat stomach.
"Feel this... our baby must miss its father too."
The gesture felt painfully familiar.
Five years earlier, when Amaris was pregnant, she would often pull his hand to rest on her belly just like this, her eyes crinkling into bright crescents as she happily signed her words.
"Stellan, who do you think the baby will look more like?"
"Would you like me t
