She’d napped too much during the day and still wasn’t tired at midnight. They kept their voices to a whisper, even though the sounds of the rain muffled their words, even this close. “Feeling your baby move was incredible.” Pete stared off into the darkness, a wistful look on his face. “Wasn’t it?” Nikki grinned. “Have you ever felt a baby kick before?” Nikki imagined the answer was no. Pete paused, and she knew she shouldn’t have asked. The air was thick with tension. “I have…” Nikki held her breath. “It’s a long story.” Nikki didn’t know what to say or how to change the subject. “I was married twelve years ago. My wife got pregnant.” She braced herself. This would not be a happy story. “….and the baby died at birth.” He cleared his throat, his voice unable to hide his grief. “I’m so sorry, Pete.” “We divorced after that.” Elvis walked up to Pete, sniffed him and jumped on his lap, wet from the rain. “Oh, Elvis, get down,” Nikki said.
