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about something that hasn’t happened yet is like building a dam for a river that doesn’t exist. It’s kind of dumb,” she shook her head for a short second and looked down at her cookie.
    “Want a cookie?” she asked.
    I shook my head and smiled.
    “I can’t eat these, the thought is making me sick,” she said as she dropped the cookie onto the plate.
    She stood and rubbed her stomach lightly and walked toward the kitchen with the plate of cookies. I watched as she reached up toward the basket of fruit and pulled another banana from the stack of fresh fruit inside. While she peeled it, she smiled.
    “I love bananas now, it’s weird. I can’t eat enough of them. You wouldn’t know anything about that though. Because you weren’t here when I started liking them so much,” she said as she tossed the peel into the trash.
    “Kace,” I said softly, attempting to apologize again.
    “I know you are. Leave me alone, Shane. I’m enjoying this,” she said as she sat on the couch and took a bite of the banana.
    “So,” she said as chewed what was in her mouth.
    After she swallowed, she waved the remaining piece of banana toward me, “You going with me today?”
    I shrugged my shoulders, not sure of what she had planned, “Sure.”
    “Okay, we’re going shopping for baby stuff. More baby stuff. And we’re taking the Mini. And I’m driving. You know why?’ she asked as she stuffed the remaining banana into her mouth.
    I waited for her to swallow, and I shrugged my shoulders. Without a doubt this would be some form of comeback for what I had done to her. Everything she had said so far was, and this shouldn’t be any different.
    “Why?” I said, smiling.
    “Because I don’t need you to drive me. I’m fine driving myself, unless it’s to the doctor. I don’t like going there alone. But anywhere else, I’m fine. So, we’re going shopping, I’m driving, and we’re spending your money,” she stood from the couch and rubbed her stomach.
    “Oh my God, come here, he’s doing it,” she squealed, waving her arms frantically.
    I jumped from the chair and stumbled across the room. As I got within arm’s reach of Kace, she quickly grasped my wrist and pressed my palm to the side of her stomach. As my hand flattened against her shirt, I felt a rise in her skin and against my hand. Shocked, I looked up into her eyes, and then down at her stomach. For a long second, the movement remained, and then slowly moved a few more inches and disappeared.
    I stared into her eyes and smiled, my hand still resting against her stomach.
    He wiggles like that a lot. They call it kicking . The baby’s kicking, Shane. But you wouldn’t know anything about that,” she pulled my hand from her stomach and tossed it to the side comically.
    “You know why?”
    Still amazed at what I had felt, I smiled and stared, not really caring what she said. Right now, she could say anything and it wouldn’t matter. My little boy – our little boy – was alive inside of her, and aching to be released. He was capable of moving, and doing it with such force that it stretched her skin into my palm.
    As I stood and stared I realized that everything was going to be just fine. We had each other, and needed nothing more. Together, we could conquer whatever obstacles God placed before us. Each standing alone, we represented only half of the whole created when together.
    A single shoe.
    A one wheeled bicycle.
    I opened my arms and waited.
    As she fell against me and wrapped her arms around me, she pressed her head into my chest and sighed.
    “I do Kace,” I breathed.
    She raised her hand to my mouth and pressed her index finger against my lip, “Shhh. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
    As I held her tightly I felt something against my stomach, and immediately assumed it was her hand. As the feeling continued, I looked down and realized both of her hands were behind me, holding me no differently than I was holding her. Once again, our