Wanted by Her Lost Love

“Is the baby moving?” Ryan asked.She nodded and he stopped rubbing her feet.“Can I feel?”She brought his hand to her stomach and placedit over the spot where her hand had been. He jerkedin surprise as her stomach bumped beneath hispalm, and his expression was akin to awe.“That’s incredible. Doesn’t it hurt?”Chuckling, she said, “No. It isn’t alwayscomfortable, but it’s certainly not painful.”He kept his hand there a few more moments andthen rose, a regretful glint in his eyes. “Would youlike to have dinner on the patio or do you want to goeat in the restaurant?”“Here, please,” she replied. “I like our view and it’sprivate.”He nodded his agreement and went to phone intheir room service order.Thirty minutes later the meal was wheeled in on aserving cart and the attendant set the table out on thepatio. The two ate in silence, enjoying the setting sunand the sound of the waves crashing in the distance.As they finished, Ryan suggested she go to bed;but she wasn’t tired. She was quite rested actually