Collins Aiden's dark eyes flickered, and he lowered his gaze to her still-flat belly. After a long moment, he spoke softly, "Ella, I read just yesterday that a baby under three months isn't able to kick."
Ella Jackson: "..."
This was awkward.
How could she forget that Collins Aiden was even more anxious about the little baby in her belly than she was, having started reading fatherhood guides early on and was clear about the baby's reactions during pregnancy, even clearer than she was, the mother.
"Maybe our baby is a prodigy like Harry, more active..." Before Ella Jackson could finish her sentence, she realized that Collins Aiden's face had grown even darker.
She snapped back to her senses and quickly corrected herself.
"I mean, our daughter will definitely be smarter and cuter, and she might even look a lot like you, Collins Aiden, don't you think?"
