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I can feel my baby movin' inside me.
After all these years, I can still feel my baby movin' inside me...
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Not my first baby, of course. My second.
I don't have a clear memory of the birth. Just a blur of pain. Then I woke to see him standin' over me, a blanket-wrapped bundle in his arms.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Sorry"? I didn't understand why he was "sorry." Nothin' was wrong with the baby--it began squallin' at the top of very strong lungs.
"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I wouldn't do this to a first-time mother. I wouldn't take an only child."
Wouldn't...take?
He backed away from me, slowly. The room seemed to be gettin' dark.
"No!" I shrieked. I got outta bed, somehow--an' fell on the floor. But I crawled after him, grabbin' at his legs. "What are you doin'? Give me my baby!"
Why had I kept tellin' myself he was an ordinary man? I'd seen the signs! He was anythin' but ordinary.
I looked up at him. It was my eyes that were blurry then, but I could see he was cryin' too.
"Please believe me," he said softly. "This is for the best. For the child's safety."
An' then they were gone. I swear the door never opened. Man an' infant were just...gone.
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I can feel my baby movin' inside me.
After all these years, I can still feel my baby movin' inside me...
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I'm sure he gave my child to another woman. With his powers, he was probably able to convince her she'd given birth. Maybe he came up with some medical explanation for her not havin' milk.
Or maybe he spoke a magic word, an' she did have milk.
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I can feel my baby movin' inside me.
After all these years, I can still feel my baby movin' inside me...
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I'm rememberin' some myth, Edda...somethin'. A hero who killed his father, not knowin' him.
But my son knows his father. He won't kill him, he mustn't! Whatever that strange man is, I refuse to accept that he's evil.
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I can feel my baby movin' inside me.
After all these years, I can still feel my baby movin' inside me...
It's incredible, impossible. But my baby is movin' inside me.
Makin' another baby.
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(The End)