His accidental surrogate
Zaire watches me with a warm, appreciative smile as she climbs into bed beside him.
"Come here," he murmurs, pulling me close. As I snuggle against his chest, my head resting near his shoulder.
Zaire's hand moves over my belly, rubbing it softly in slow circles. "I love this... feeling them move," he whispers, his voice low and full of affection.
I sighs contentedly. "Me too... it feels... alive, I don't know, like they know we're here."
Zaire leans down, brushing a soft kiss along her neck. "They're lucky... getting you as a mom. I'm lucky too."