Those great, dark eyes widen and narrow in expressions that you cannot discern: there is far too face before you for you to take in the sum total of its appearance. Yet the woman clears up any confusion when she speaks.
"Not really, mama. He's cute though..."
Then she gasps. "I think I can fell him breathing against my fingertips!"
Her grip is tight on your chest, but somehow your lungs are grabbing what air they can. And somehow she's feeling it!
Question now is, what's she going to do with that information?
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