The night was quiet in the cabin, the kind of cozy silence that only exists when two people love each other and don't need words to fill the space. The moon streamed through the window, silvering the bedroom floor, and the only sound was the soft tapping of Alice's fingers on the laptop keyboard.
I was lying in bed, watching her. The computer light illuminated her face, highlighting her concentration, the little crease between her eyebrows that appeared when she was focused on something. Her big belly formed a mountain under the blanket, and every now and then one of the girls would kick, creating waves under the fabric.
"Watching me again?" she asked without taking her eyes off the screen.
"Admiring the view."
"The view is me in pajamas, disheveled, and looking like a hippopotamus."
