Lovers Of The Night

20: A tender moment

Chapter 20: A Tender Moment

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, Odette found herself resting in Tom's room. The room was a comforting blend of Tom's personality and warmth. The walls adorned with photographs of their shared memories, the air filled with the faint scent of his cologne. It was a space that felt like home.

Odette was nestled comfortably on the plush bed, her hands resting on her growing belly. She wore a soft smile, her eyes half-closed in relaxation. The room was filled with a serene silence, only broken by the occasional rustling of the curtains as they danced with the evening breeze.

Suddenly, she felt a gentle stir from within her. She gasped lightly, her hand instinctively moving to where she felt the movement. It was the baby, their baby, kicking. It was a small yet powerful reminder of the life growing inside her, a testament to the love she and Tom shared.

She called out to Tom, her voice barely above a whisper, "Tom, come here."

Tom, who was at the desk going through some papers, looked up. Seeing the glow on Odette's face, he immediately put down his work and moved towards the bed. "What is it, love?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

Odette took his hand and placed it on her belly, right where the baby had kicked. They waited in silence, their breaths hitching when they felt the next kick. Tom's eyes widened in surprise, his heart swelling with an indescribable emotion.

"That's... our baby," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. He looked at Odette, his eyes mirroring the joy and love she felt.

"Yes, Tom. Our baby," Odette echoed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of happiness. They shared a tender moment, their hands intertwined on Odette's belly, feeling the tiny kicks of their unborn child.

It was a beautiful evening, a snapshot of their life together, filled with love, anticipation, and the promise of a new beginning. As they sat there, basking in the glow of their shared joy, they knew that their journey as parents was only just beginning

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                               *Time skip*

The moon was high in the sky, casting a soft, silvery glow through the window of Tom's room. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of papers and the faint tapping of keys on a laptop. Tom was engrossed in his work, his brows furrowed in concentration as he sifted through piles of documents and typed away on his laptop.

On the bed, Odette was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with her calm, even breaths. Her hair was spread out on the pillow, framing her peaceful face. She looked serene, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of activity on Tom's desk.

Tom glanced at the clock. It was past midnight. He rubbed his tired eyes, took off his glasses, and leaned back in his chair, stretching his stiff muscles. He turned his gaze towards Odette, his eyes softening as he watched her sleep.

There was something incredibly endearing about watching her sleep, her face relaxed, free from any worries or stress. Her hand was resting on her belly, a protective instinct even in sleep. It brought a warm smile to Tom's face. He felt a surge of love and admiration for her. She was carrying their child, going through all the changes and challenges, yet she never complained.

Tom quietly stood up from his desk, moving towards the bed. He sat down on the edge, gently brushing away a few strands of hair from Odette's face. He watched her, his heart filled with gratitude and love.

He knew their lives were about to change drastically, but as he watched Odette sleep, he felt ready. Ready to face any challenges, ready to be a father, ready to build a family with Odette. He was grateful for her, for their baby, for this life they were building together.