You were now six months pregnant. Everything was fine except for the fatigue and headaches which tired you out and prevented you from doing too much activity.

It was early in the morning and Carlos had decided to stay home to keep you company. As you both lay in bed, Carlos' hands rubbed in soothing circles and suddenly, something bumped onto his hand. He felt it and you too, it was your baby who had just started kicking.

“Did you feel that?” He asked as a smile formed on his lips, his hands patting your stomach to try and get the baby moving again. He looked like a real kid, a sheepish smile on his lips as he treated you to blows from him and the baby.