Life
Tired, she sits to rest, closing her eyes.
At least most of the nausea has passed. She hasn't been sick in a few days.
She even served meat for dinner last night since she could once again cook it without throwing up at the smell.
She sighs and starts to rise. A puzzled expression crosses her face as she feels the tiniest flutter against her side.
It repeats – gentle, tiny, fluttery, sparkly movement on its own, inside of her.
Comprehension dawns. Eyes wide she claps a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
He's there.
Whoa!
