The Older Man Part II

Chapter 26

Bundle of Joy

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CHEYENNE'S POINT OF VIEW

I let out a yawn as I stretched my arms out. The feeling of waking up from a much needed nap was beyond words. A small wince escaped me as I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen.

Instinctively, my hand went to gently rest on my stomach. I massaged where it hurt and hoped it would help it feel better.

Once more, I felt it again.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath.

This happened for a few minutes before I felt something hit the palm of my hand that rested against my stomach.

It felt like a foot, I thought to myself.

Just when I thought the feeling had stopped, it appeared again. It was definitely the baby. She was beginning to kick.

"Oh my gosh," I whispered to myself. "She's kicking," I said quietly.

"Vincent!" I shouted into the air. "Vincent! Hurry! The baby!" I yelled at him wherever he was in the apartment.

"What, what is it?" I heard him cry out with a worried tone in his voice. The sound of stomping feet paired with words of reassurance made their way from the hallway to the bedroom.

When Vincent got to the room, there was a look of panic and concern laced over his face.

"What is it? Is the baby okay? What's wrong?" He stumbles over his words so quickly that I was lucky to make out full sentences.

"The baby's fine. It's just-" I shook my head as I smiled widely, unable to contain my excitement.

"Just come here," I waved him over to the bed where I sat upright, cradling my pregnant stomach in my hands.

He hesitated before he cleared his throat nervously and approached me.

"Are you sure the baby's okay?" He asked shakily. I could see the strain in his eyes.

I shook my head at him. "Yes, the baby's perfectly fine, but look," I told him as I reached for his hand. "Give me your hand," I gestured.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but obliged.

I grabbed his hand and led it to the part of my stomach the baby kicked against the most and awaited his reaction.

She didn't move for a bit after I positioned his hand against my bump, but once she did, I saw his face instantly light up.

"Oh my- is that- is she kicking?" He asked, seeming at a loss for words.

I chuckled happily. "Yeah, she started kicking this morning," I smiled as I watched him.

He marveled at the kicking that came from her, smiling wider and wider with every strike she made.

"Wow, that's-" he searched for the words before chuckling, "that's amazing," he beamed.

"She's growing stronger every day," I started, "I can feel it," I admitted to him.

Vincent kept his hand resting on my stomach for a little while longer before he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the most swollen part of my bump.

At the sight of his actions, a smile formed on my lips.

"It's amazing," he said, "I mean, she's really real. She's real," he ended in a soft whisper full of awe. "My little Camilla," he smiled to himself.