Page 84 of Still Yours
As I stand at the stove I feel Cora start to move around. I rest a palm against her harsh movements. I feel her pushing against my entire hand—with her foot, I’m guessing. When I realize she isn’t getting comfortable anytime soon, I set down the oven mitt and go back to the bathroom.
“Jess, she’s really moving,” I tell him as I feel a knee or elbow gliding across my stomach.
He quickly washes his hands before letting me guide his hand to the right spot. I watch as his eyebrows lift in amazement. He doesn’t get to feel her move often, as I’m usually at work, and she isn’t always active at night.
“Oh wow.” He laughs. “That feels like it hurts.”
I shake my head. “It doesn’t.”
He smiles as he waits for another. I step up onto my tiptoes and pucker my lips for a kiss.
The second his land on mine, she kicks his hand, as if she’s already becoming territorial. Jesse breaks away and looks down at my stomach.
“She’s all mine until you come out.”
I laugh and nudge him playfully. He looks back to my eyes, then lips, kissing me once more. “Thanks for letting me feel her. I love you,” he says before getting back to work.
“I love you too.” I spin back around for the kitchen.
It still amazes me, despite my being swollen around the clock, waddling like a penguin, and eating like a bear preparing for hibernation, Jesse still gets up every single day and shows me just how much he loves and cares for me. Whatever he can give, he gives. Any girl would be spoiled rotten to have him, and I thank God every single day that after everything he and I have been through, I’mstillthe one he chose to call his.
The End.