#Chapter 215 – Intensity

“I don’t know,” Kent says, contemplative, starting to get up. “No,” I say, slipping my hand to his shoulder and keeping him there. “Um…I think the baby likes you there. Wants to hear you.” I don’t know if it’s even possible for that to be true – I think the baby is too young to hear anything outside my body – but since Kent has been speaking so close to my stomach there has been an increase in the fluttering and taps. I mean – it’s probably just chance – but…well, what’s the harm? “Really?” Kent asks, intrigued, turning his attention back to the baby. “Can the baby…tell?” “I don’t know,” I laugh. “But I can feel baby moving more right now – and the same thing happened when Daniel used to imitate you –“ “What?” Kent says, sitting up straight in surprise now, which makes me burst out laughing. Because of course he doesn’t know, does he? I’m still laughing while Kent crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his head at me. “Tell me,” he demands, “now.” But the crinkles at the side