IN A BIT
ADRIAN'S POINT OF VIEW:
Xavier winced, his hands cradling his bump protectively. I looked up from the tea I made, then dropped the mug mid fill. The sound of porcelain clinking didn't even register, because I saw it his stomach shifted in a ripple, like something flipped inside him.
"Adrian… he is moving a lot. Like, a lot a lot." Xavier said. "Okay, no offense to our kid." He said, gritting his teeth, "but I think they're trying to make a jailbreak."
I rushed to his side, dropping to my knees.
'Let me feel-" I asked.
Another movement, stronger this time. His whole abdomen seemed to tense and roll.
"Damn." I muttered. "That can't be comfortable."
"It's not!" He snapped, but then whimpered. "He is been like this since last night. I haven't slept, Adrian. They kicked me in the bladder. Twice."
By the time Jaxon and Michael showed up, Xavier looked utterly drained and mildly homicidal.