Exton

Mon Alli, what is it? What's wrong?

Stoney shook Traeger's hand and was gone, rushing back to the booth.

"Alli, what is wrong, what is going on?"

His eyes went back and forth between the two women.

Wide eyed, Alise looks up at Stoney. Her hands, and Rowan's, are still gently stroking her belly. Reaching up, she tugs on his hand, placing it where hers had been. There is a small push and Stoney blinks. There it is again, then another.

"Mon amour... that is our bebes?"

A slow smile spreads over his face, lighting his eyes. "Notre bebe's..."


*Our babies...