Zoey slid the picture across the table to her husband and sank back. “I found that today.”
David’s head bent so low over the picture that she could see the tops of his ears turn sunset red. He said nothing, just shook his head back and forth.
She glanced out the window, watched a family playing freeze tag at the park across the street.
“Do you love her?”
Her question jolted him, and he turned his eyes away. “Yes,” he said.
In that precise moment, she felt the baby’s first kick.