‘Did you not hear it, Mark that cry?’ I asked. Fear sounding in my voice. ‘It was a baby’
‘well it sounded like a baby, crying’ I added.
‘you dreaming gorgeous, it’ll be just a dream’ and he stroked my hair. Holding me tighter as sleep talking in his voice.
‘go to sleep, I’m here,’ I didn’t say anything. Had I really heard it? Was I really dreaming? The baby has felt it too, heard its cries deep inside, stirred him up.
‘ and you little guy, give your mom some peace’ and with Marks touch my stomach stopped moving as if it had been soothed. Marks breathing soon became heavier again as I starred straight ahead into the darkness, just picking out shadows and lights in the mirror. My eyes not leaving it till they could take no more and took me off to sleep.
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