She could feel the calming, repetitive sensation of a toy car's wheels rolling down her swollen, protruding belly. Logan's hands, large and define at every arch - skin bunching up at the joints, and stretching out at the ball of his wrist, enveloped the vehicle. Having to pinch it with just two fingers so as to not completely encase the model, he drove it down Louise's tummy, particularly favoring the dip just before her navel, and then reversing right on back - which always seemed to tickle her bare flesh.
Such a round protrusion, radiating a searing heat beneath thin skin. Logan could feel it in the dead of night, the abrupt excretion of warmth that would cause the both of them to break out into sweats. Sometimes, it would wake the two, causing the couple to eye their babe and wonder everything and anything: was he going to be a fiery spastic: running up the walls and keeping his parents preoccupied with an endless chase? Or a reserved brainiac: spewing out random facts and inhaling whatever book he could grasp? Or maybe an artist: contemplating various sculptures, commenting on pretentious art forms, and hiding his crude sense of humor from the assorted high class painters he associated with?
"Maybe he'll be just like Bob." Logan murmured, lips pressed to the bare belly, though he was speaking to Louise.
"What? Cynical and pitiful?" She sneered, not looking away from the magazine she held up in the lamp's hazy glow.
"Yes. But, also, reserved, and humble, and...magnetic."
"You find my father magnetic?"
"For a lack of a better word - yes." He breathed out as he stretched his lanky, lyth limbs, rolling onto his sore shoulder blades - giving him an excellent view of how the lighting's soft rays illuminated his love's eyes to be, rather their usual dark color, a soft, hazel. He hoped their son would have her tranquil, tawny irises. "Or, I guess, charming. You can't deny that he always seems to attract adventure-"
"-More like trouble."
"That too. But at least our kid would have a full life. Just like yours."
"And yours too."
"Oh, I wish my childhood was just as cool. I never got to go snake hunting in Florida, or fight off weird music festival hippies, or ride sea planes, or anything like that. I listened to my mom go on drunken rants about my dad's 'cheapness' while I counted the embroidered pineapple designs on our couch."
"What about that time a motorcycle gang almost cut off your ears?" She said, hiding her smug smile behind the magazine.
"That was very exciting. But it was also because of you."
"So? It was exciting. That's all that matters."
"Yeah. But life didn't really get exciting until you came in."
Louise swatted the magazine onto the bed, revealing a heavily flattered smile on her face, one that oozed affection and tenderness. From his position, Logan reached out a hand to stroke his love's face, before tracing the fine smile with his calloused thumb. He could feel a new sort of warmth, one that may have just been her love - so powerful that it had to radiate out in a physical form, infesting his skin, making his bones go weak and soft.
"Our baby is going to have such happy parents."
"Very happy."