Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Fyodor's thick hand lays across your swollen pregnant tummy, his rough hands rubbing it gently. He's trying to coax the baby into kicking, as the baby seems to only do it when he's in another room. He smiles and looks up at you
“I wish he'd kick when I was around..”
Small chuckle, kissing your pregnant belly twice. One for you, one for your baby.