Samuel wet his lips with his tongue, largely to keep himself to referring to their unborn child as he -- Lydia was hoping for a daughter while he was silently praying for a son -- and traced his fingers over the rise of her stomach lightly. There seemed to be no movement from the baby now, but he didn't doubt Lydia's word in the least. He offered her a slow, near-elated grin. "Did you?"
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Date: 2010-10-12 04:35 pm (UTC)