I nod and kiss his arm again. Jackie feels something in her stomach, making her shift for a second. I look at her, watching as a smile forms on her face, "The baby's kicking," She chuckles.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I watch Nic's face light up, and I smile. He smiles and kisses the side of Jackie's face and then her stomach, setting his head down to listen as if he could hear himself.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. — Anne Lamott