Akira said thoughtfully, staring up at the motionless ceiling fan. “Is the baby moving?” Zane asked, sliding a hand along the slight curve of her belly. He hadn’t been able to feel a kick yet, but that didn’t stop him from trying. “No, not that.” Akira tilted her head sideways, letting it come to rest against his shoulder, feeling content with her position despite her mild exasperation at her body’s demands. “Bizarre,” Zane repeated. “Would that be the miracle of life growing inside you?” “A natural process that women have been managing for thousands of years.” Her voice was dry. Of course, it was a little strange that she knew she’d met her baby’s previous incarnation—she imagined that not too many women throughout history could claim the same. But no, that wasn’t what she’d been thinking about. “What then?” Zane stroked up, long fingers reaching the underside of her breast and lightly tracing a pattern along her skin. “How much I want red meat.”
