Concept 3/?
Anna remains silent, still, just taking in the sight before her. Outside, in their garden, a mother fox and her cubs play under the strawberry's bush shade. Late Summer, earlier in the day, the sun rises from behind the trees and the rooftops in the distance. Inside her, she feels movement. Maybe a leg, a arm, a little hand waving, letting her know how real it is.
Soon, she'll be just like that mother fox. Caring, watching over, loving her child like no other. Her hand caresses her growing belly, the fabric of her dress soft to touch.
'Hello, baby.'
Her husband then, approaches her from behind, embracing her.
'Speaking to our child again?'
'Always…'
John smiles, pressing a kiss against her hair. She feels his hand over hers now, feeling the incessant moving of their child, something he's only began to experience a week or so ago.
'Watching out for that mother fox again?'
'She was just here with her babies, before you came.'
'Should we go? We'll be late.'
They head to work, holding hands, sharing ideas for names. From behind their strawberry bush, mother fox watches them walk away. Her cubs are free to play again. Next Summer when she returns with another litter, there will be a child ready to scare them away with loud babbling and giggles.