How He Broke

Little Kicks (Sage's POV)

I laid in bed, watching as Tate assembled Indio's changing table.

Now twenty-eight weeks pregnant, I only had three more months to go until I was able to hold my baby girl.

I shifted uncomfortably as I felt Indigo move. It wasn't uncommon for the baby to shift or move a little bit, but this was a little more uncomfortable than normal.

"You okay baby?" Tate asked once he had noticed me shifting with my hand on my stomach. "Is she stretching again?"

Tate and I decided that any time Indigo moved around like this was because she was "stretching".

I shook my head as there was another uncomfortable push from inside my uterus.

I moved my hand, feeling the area. This wasn't a stretch. This was a little more forceful closer to my internal organs and ribs. My doctor had warned me that once I reached twenty-eight weeks and beyond that Indigo's kicks may be a little more painful than before. For one, I'll be able to definitely tell she's kicking, and two, it's a new sensation since I'm a first time mother. At this point, the space for Indigo's movements is limited; as she grows she'll come in more contact with my uterus than before, so it's not uncommon for me to feel uncomfortable.

"She's kicking." I answered, shifting again as there was another thrust just below my ribs. "Or maybe she's trying to knock some ribs out for some more room." I laughed.

I watched as Tate's eyes grew wide. He dropped the screw driver as he rushed over to sit beside me. "She's kicking? You're sure?" He asked.

I nodded as there was yet another solid kick, "Pretty sure." I said, feeling slightly out of breath.

"Can I feel?" He asked, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

I giggled, giving him a nod as I took his hand. I placed his hand right where her movements seemed most frequent, allowing him to feel as she kicked again.

"Woah." Tate spoke with utter amazement as she stared down at my belly. "That's incredible." He beamed up at me.

I smiled, enjoying the look of childlike wonder he wore on his face as he continued to feel my belly.

"Does it hurt really bad?" He questioned, continuing to feel around the surface of my stomach for any other movements.

"Sort of." I answered. "It's not terribly painful, but it's definitely not the most comfortable thing in the world."

Tate nodded, still in awe of the experience.

I smiled as I ran my fingers through his shaggy hair as he pressed his ear to my stomach, listening to hear Indigo's heartbeat.

"I can't wait to meet her." Tate said softly, looking up at me.

"Neither can I."