Eduardo closed his laptop and leaned back in the bedroom armchair, his eyes still fixed on Elisa, who was finishing applying cream to her already well-rounded belly.
I swear you get more beautiful every day... he said, with a slow smile, moving closer. I don't think I'll ever get used to this sight.
She smiled, somewhat shyly, but with the glow of someone who felt desired.
And I'll never get used to you talking like that... she replied, laughing, before feeling his arms wrap around her waist.
I have the right to enjoy it... he murmured, sliding his hand along the curve of her belly. Are they moving?
A lot. Elisa took his hand and placed it over the spot where one of the babies had kicked harder. That was the one on the left. I think he's going to be a soccer player.
He laughed, kissing her shoulder. And the one on the right will be a dancer... taking after his mother.
