Whispers

 
 

kicks

"He'll be a natural at savate," Rogue predicts while stirring the gumbo.

Remy looks up from chopping vegetables. "N’est ce pas?" He sets down the knife and slides around behind her, his hands settling against her rounded belly.

Rogue smiles when she feels the baby kick again. "Feel that?"

"Oui," he breathes against her.

"Want!" Rebecca cries out insistently from her high chair.

Remy sighs but goes to pick her up, carry her over, and lay her head against Rogue's stomach. "That's your brother, p'tite." He grins.

Rebecca grins toothlessly in return and at the kicks beneath her head. "Bwutha!"
 


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