"Gabriel, you don't need to massage my feet," Amelie murmured softly. "If I rest for a while, the pain will disappear."
"Stay still, Ame," Gabriel countered gently. "You know very well, even if you beg me to stop, I won't." His fingers traced lightly along her toes before cradling her foot in his large hand. "They look swollen to me."
"They're not," she protested with a small pout. "I've just… gained weight." Her hands instinctively cupped her rounded belly, as though protecting it.
And then, suddenly, she froze.
"Gabriel!" Amelie gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief, her heartbeat quickening as though it might burst. Tears welled unbidden in her eyes.
Alarmed, Gabriel's hands tightened around her foot. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Amelie blinked rapidly, her voice quivering with wonder. "Noa… our little Noa… he kicked me."
