"Harald." Sarandia grinned broadly. "The baby is kicking." 

He put his hand on his love's belly and felt the kicks. 

"A good strong son," he said.

"Or a good strong daughter." She covered his hand with hers.

"I don't know what is more annoying." Rodrigo rolled his eyes. "Wandering the back roads with a couple so deeply in love they barely know I exist, or wandering with the couple while they gush about a baby who is causing us nothing but ...