Quill continues to rub my stomach, awed.
I have to smack his hand away at one point because all I want to do is eat the birthday cake the cooks worked so hard on.
It's delicious, the ingredients fresh and tasty, my favorite fruits (apple and strawberries) cut and sprinkled on top.
Quill watches me eat (after having made sure it was safe enough for me to eat), a soft smile on his face. He brushes a strand of my hair away, and I smile at him.
Though the beginning of my birthday wasn't how I'd imagine it to be, it was great the way it had turned out. I didn't think I'd ever see Caleb again while my heart still beat.
And now there was going to be a new addition to our small family.
My own hands rested atop my stomach. It still looked a little flat, but soon there'd be more to it than that.
"Are you okay?" Quill asked.
"Of course, just a bit nervous." I answered, and he stood up, pulling me alongside him.
