At first, every kick was something joyful, and she would call it Sebestian every time it happened, but right now it felt mostly unpleasant with it kicking right in her rib cage.

The first little kick she felt was magical. She had called Sebestian, who was at work at that moment, and he had rushed home, canceled all his meetings, stumbled into the house, and sat down next to Adria, who was lying on the couch. They both waited until their little bean would kick again, and after, yes, half an hour, Adria felt it again. This time Sebestian had planted his hands on her big bump, and he was...