Then, Ramsey looked up, staring at me like he hadn’t remembered, until just then. But he nodded. “Yeah.” “So if you think about it, that means this baby is… a physical manifestation of her dreams for you. These movements, on today of all days… her and God working together to remind you.” I took my hands from his to cup his face. “She hasn’t left you, baby. She’s right here.” I moved to touch his chest, over his heart. “And right here,” I added, touching my belly. “In the history, and bloodline of our child. She’s still here.”
Sweet
