“We’re quiet now,” he goes on. “Watching and waiting, fearful to move, fearful to breathe, because we know we’re in the eye of the storm.” He gestures to her stomach with a nod. “Do you know what it feels like for us, watching you get to know and love our child these last nine months? Do you know how jealous we are? Do you have any idea how frustrated we’ve been, wanting to share in this with you?”
