The night is calm as your husband drives you both home after a perfect dinner date, the streets are quiet, the glow of streetlights casting soft shadows in the car. He’s steering the car with one hand, while his other hand rests gently on your baby bump, softly caressing it with slow, tender motions.

You glance over at him, feeling the warmth of his touch, and smile. “You’ve been doing that a lot lately” You say, placing your hand over his.

"Yeah," He murmurs softly, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's just really nice to feel them kick sometimes."