Ana was just reaching up to the top cupboard to clear it out when she heard Oliver call out. He made her jump and she nearly dropped the jar of sauce in her hand. She climbed down from the small steps and turned to face him with a hand on her hip.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm cleaning the kitchen. It needs a good clean, and now is a better time than any to get it done. If I don't do it now while I'm off, it's never going to get done." She was about to pick up the pasta sauce when a frown settled on her face and she turned back to face Oliver.
"What are you doing home? You're supposed to be at work mister." Without warning, an uncomfortable pain hit Ana and she gasped. It felt uncomfortable, and as she put her hand on her bump; there it was again. Her baby was kicking. A grin appeared and she looked at Oliver. "Our little one is moving." She whispered, a couple of tears falling down her cheek.
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