August squeezed her hand. "I'm glad you're feeling better," he said, because the important thing was that she felt well as time progressed. Her second statement stuck in his head, and he mulled it over for a moment, until the impulse carried him over and he had to follow through on it.

"Can I - feel? Him moving?" he asked. It wasn't good to think about her child as his child because he could never be very involved, but he wanted to feel him, when he could.

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