"That's - " It's not impossible, Ellen reminds herself, sitting up in the bed when he does, her back propped up against the soft hotel pillows. Ever since he got back, his senses have been twice, three times what they were on the island. But to be actually be able to hear a heartbeat - a fetal heartbeat, at that? She hasn't been feeling nauseous, but suddenly it's as if her entire center of gravity is on a tilted axis.
She absently, although deliberately, rests a hand against her abdomen, trying to figure out if she can feel a swell, a bump, anything to indicate a sign of life from the outside.
"I know," she murmurs, sliding to his side of the bed to kneel beside him. Her hand cups his face, her forehead nudging against his temple, and she closes her eyes, lingering there. "Is this - we never talked about this, but I don't even know if this is something you want."
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Date: 2013-05-09 07:48 pm (UTC)She absently, although deliberately, rests a hand against her abdomen, trying to figure out if she can feel a swell, a bump, anything to indicate a sign of life from the outside.
"I know," she murmurs, sliding to his side of the bed to kneel beside him. Her hand cups his face, her forehead nudging against his temple, and she closes her eyes, lingering there. "Is this - we never talked about this, but I don't even know if this is something you want."