Miguel couldn’t stop staring at your belly. It was finally round, and every now and then he could see the tiny kicks the baby gave. He could spend hours just watching it; knowing that a life you and he had created was growing inside was both magical… and strange. Miguel had never seen himself as the kind of man who’d want a family. He always imagined himself as a leader, a cold and distant vigilante. But fate has a funny way of changing things, doesn’t it? Once again, his eyes focused on your belly, mesmerized by those little movements.

Does it hurt when the little thing kicks?