Rafe Cameron Blurbs

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"Woah," you whispered as your hand flew to your stomach. Rafe's eyes widened in fear, unsure of what was happening.

"What's wrong, babe?" You left him in a bit of silence as you realized what was happening. You reached over, grabbing his wrist to guide his hand to rest on your growing bump. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by the feeling of your baby kicking.

"What was that?" he spoke, a slight uneasiness to his tone, and retracted his hand.

"The baby's kicking for the first time," you whispered as you brought your hand back to your tummy and felt the light flutters. Tears brimmed your eyes in happiness and Rafe leaned over to kiss the tears that escaped away.

Later that week, you felt the baby moving around and had to get Rafe to feel it. You grabbed his hand like last time and rested it on your stomach.

"They're moving," you told him and watched the grin grow on his face as he felt your bundle of joy repositioning inside you. This time, his eyes well up with tears and you brush them away with your thumb.

The rest of that night, his hand never left your stomach, and most days until that baby was born, he would rest his hand on your belly and whisper sweet and loving things to your baby.