It’s 11:16pm. You breathe against me, fluttery shudders, my hand on your chest riding the rise and fall of your stomach. A wriggle here, a kick there. Your legs move the same way they did when you were growing inside me, constantly moving whenever I stopped for a moment.
You’re asleep, resting next to me. I know need to move you to your bed.
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