"I told you, it's not just my face. Even if you wanted my life, I would give it to you," Lex Cross said, placing a hand on Flora Bloom's swollen belly. It held the continuation of their life together.
"…"
"Before the apocalypse, I never imagined I'd meet you again. Flora, don't you think it's fate?"
"…"
As Flora Bloom listened to Lex Cross's gentle words, she suddenly felt a cool sensation on her stomach. She yanked away the corner of the blanket hiding her face and saw that Lex Cross had gently lifted the hem of her shirt over her swollen belly.
Flora Bloom had always been slender, but now her belly was a firm, round bulge around her navel.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Flora Bloom watched nervously as Lex Cross leaned down to kiss her stomach, then pressed his ear against it, his face full of reverence.
"You can't hear anything yet, can you?"
"Says who? Listen! That's my daughter's heartbeat! And she knows it's me talking to her."
