There’s a small thump against my palm, and I jolt. She cranes her head to look at me, offering a tired smile. “He’s very awake.” I flatten my hand over the area and revel in the feel of our son moving around. “Can I…” I begin, feeling inexplicably embarrassed. “Can I talk to him?” Her smile widens. “Of course. He can’t come out of there only recognizing me and Effie, can he?” I snort. “Turn around,” I
