He moved behind her and slipped his arms around her. His hands went under her jacket, under her sweater to where the jeans she could no longer close were gaping open. He put his large hands over her tummy and she put her hands over his, leaning back against him. They stood and looked out across the beautiful land, and then there was a little movement within her. These tiny flutters had just begun. "I'm sorry you can't feel that yet," she whispered. "The baby just fluttered." He bent to kiss her neck. "She likes it." "How can you not? Oh, Jack, you shouldn't have shown it to me. Now if you can't get Fish and Carrie Bristol to part with it, my heart will break." She pressed down on his hands. "Think positive," he said. He gently massaged her tummy. "I thought men were supposed to get all freaked out when their wives were pregnant. Not want to touch them. Not want to have sex." "Not all men," she said. "God, I want you more than ever," he said, kissing her neck again. "That-" she laughed "-is simply impossible." "Want to christen the new home site?" She laughed at him. "I'm not going back to Doc's with grass stains on my butt. Control yourself." "I'm
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