I remember the first time I f elt the baby kicking.

Jesse and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie. The Breakfast Club to be exact.

That's when it happened. A slight pang in the stomach. Not painful, just surprising.

I gasped.

"Wha-What's wrong?" Jesse asked.

"It moved. The baby kicked." I said.

"Let me feel!" He said, moving his hand over my belly.

Sure enough, it happened again.

I laughed.

"I bet the baby will look just like you." He said.

"Why do you wish stuff like that on such a precious thing?" I asked.

"Aw, Beca, don't stay stuff like that." He said.

Then it happened again. I gasped.

"You see? We both know you're beautiful." He said.

We kissed, and when it happened again, we laughed.