Hold My Hand
"Lily," he whispered against her temple, holding her in his arms and rocking her. "It's ok my love."
She felt the hysterical laughs building again, but she resolutely pushed them down, singing the old nursery rhyme louder.
"Gump told me," he said calmly. "I don't believe him though. That child is ours." His hand covered hers resting on her stomach. At his words she flinched and abruptly stopped her song.
"Jack…" Looking into his face, seeing the love, trust, and hope. "You are a fool. This thing is his." Her eyes closed, exhausted, she removed his hand but placed hers back over it, protectively.