EVELYN POVThe first time I felt him kick, it was like the faintest flutter beneath my skin—delicate, almost shy, as if he wasn’t quite ready to announce himself to the world.It happened on a quiet Thursday afternoon. Damian had stepped out for a conference call, and I was curled up on the chaise by the window, reading one of the baby books he’d surprised me with last month. I was halfway through a chapter about prenatal bonding when it happened—a subtle, rhythmic tap low in my belly.I froze, the book slipping from my fingers.“Hey…” I whispered, pressing my palm over the spot. “Is that you?”The tiny movement stilled, almost like he was listening. My throat tightened. After everything—the doctor’s warnings, the hospital scare, the nights I lay awake wondering if my body could truly carry him to term—this little flutter was proof. He was here. He was strong.By the time Damian returned, my face was still blotchy from crying. He immediately dropped his phone on the counter, his expre
Last Updated : 2025-08-12
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