My belly flutters, a literal movement that causes me to straighten like a board. “Lo…” I whisper. “Lil?” He scrutinizes my expression. It happens again, only this time, stronger, like a foot… I touch my abdomen, my heart quickening. “Is he…” Lo trails off. I nod. “I think so.” Lo places his hand on my belly, and after a few quiet seconds, the faint movement happens again. Lo’s eyes smile so much that I laugh into one.
I'M GOING TO CRY OMG. my babies go through so much, and the baby is like their road to keep fighting :')
