Harry had been in the kitchen all day, eating everything in sight for some reason he had Been so hungry, it was probably all the stress.. But he could of sworn he gained 5lbs. Harry shoved the milk carton back into the fridge, pushing his cell phone in his pocket then rushing up the stairs, the baby was moving? That was good right? Harry had no clue what to expect as he ran as fast as he could to Eleanor and his bedroom. “Ellie!” Harry yelped as he swung open the door, staring at Eleanor with her hands over her belly and a huge grin across her face. “It’s moving?” Harry croaked as he made his way over to her side.
"Moving? No, Hare, it’s kicking" Eleanor gasped, smiling widely, and holding out her hands for his eagerly, clasping one of the hands of his that instantly reached out towards hers and placed it over her warm stomach, right where she could even feel Darcy’s kicking over Harry’s hand. "You feel that?" she laughed, looking up at Harry, in awe, "That’s our baby, Hare, that’s our Darcy"
Eleanor frantically let her phone drop from her hands and moved her palms back to her stomach, she yanked up her shirt to reveal her rapidly grown baby bump and giddily squealed. She placed her hands calmly back to the skin on her torso and felt the patting of the tiniest feet she could imagine. The baby had been tossing and turning all day, something that made Eleanor nauseous beyond belief but in all her pregnancy the baby hadn’t kicked once. For the first time she felt her’s and Harry’s baby girl rhythmically stepping onto her palms through the skin of her stomach. Eleanor smiled widely and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her daughter and praying that Harry would get there soon so her didn’t miss the first time their child kicked.
Baby quit moving please
Lou I love you