He reaches for my hand and places it on his stomach. I lift an eyebrow and look up at him. “Am I waiting to feel the baby kick?” “Rub it. It hurts.” I sigh but readjust on the bed so I can rub his stomach, the big baby. Secretly, I love it. I like taking care of him. I like that I can touch him sometimes, and I like that he only lets me do this for him.
