Kick.
Katrina laid one hand on her swollen belly. "Roran!" She called softly so as not to wake their 1-year-old son, Garrow, sleeping on the bed next to her. Roran came out of the other room. "What is it?" he asked, equally softly. Katrina beckoned, and he came over, sitting down next to her. "Well?" For reply she reached out and took his hand, laying it on her stomach. "There. Can you feel it?" Roran nodded slowly, and leaned across to kiss her. "Mmm. I can."
"She's kicking!" Katrina laughed delightedly. Roran pulled a mock frown. "You don't know it's a she. Could be another boy…" It was an old joke between them.
Katrina shook her head, pushing out her lower lip in a pout. "I want a girl, Roran! The last one was a boy." Roran looked at the sleeping Garrow. "What's wrong with him?"
"Nothing." Katrina laughed softly. She reached across to kiss him, putting up a hand to touch his cheek.
"Nothing at all."