I gasped.
Darius went completely still beside me, his large hand freezing flat against the wet chill of the ultrasound gel. For one suspended second, neither of us breathed. The heavy silence of the examination room stretched taut, underscored only by the frantic, beautiful rhythm of the monitor.
Then… another kick.
This one was stronger, a distinct and deliberate roll beneath the skin. It landed squarely beneath the center of his palm before disappearing just as quickly as it had come.
His fingers flexed instinctively against my stomach. It wasn't enough to press down or hurt, but probably enough to ground himself, to confirm that he had actually felt it…that it wasn't some trick of his mind.
"They…" His voice came out rough, scraped thin and entirely disbelieving. "…they kicked."
