" Say something Chase.” I whispered, eyes still glued to my shirt. He leaned close, trying to look at my face, “Sweetie, what’s wrong?” I sucked in a deep breath and started laughing, “He’s kicking! He’s kicking whenever you talk!” Chase fell out of his chair and to his knees, his hands covering my stomach. He leaned close to my belly and started talking slowly to him. I felt another kick just as Chase’s head shot back, his eyes wide, “Oh my God!” His face instantly went back to my stomach and he continued to talk and laugh whenever he felt the nudge. Everyone took their turns with their hands on my stomach, and by the time Chase went back to having his hands on me, there was only one more kick. “I think he rolled over.” I don’t know why I was whispering, but Chase had been the only one talking, and his voice had been so low it felt weird to break that silence. “That was incredible!” I laughed as Chase stood up to kiss me long and slow. “My thoughts exactly.” He whispered and went back to kissing me. When "
― Molly McAdams , Taking Chances (Taking Chances, #1)