I nod and kiss his arm again. Jackie feels something in her stomach, making her shift for a second. I look at her, watching as a smile forms on her face, "The baby's kicking," She chuckles.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I watch Nic's face light up, and I smile. He smiles and kisses the side of Jackie's face and then her stomach, setting his head down to listen as if he could hear himself.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights