Conference Room, 2:00 p.m.
Natasha is a not a big fan of post lunch meeting sessions. A happily fed person needs a little nudge to fall asleep and the sales figures and budgeting numbers were putting her to sleep. When suddenly, she sat up straight as a rush of adrenaline ran through her body.
‘Ah, how much gas can a body produce and I have not even had coffee since morning. I feeling a balloon already and still 4 months left. Funny that doctors call it fluttering. What is fluttering? I should be feeling butterflies in my stomach and all I feel is gas.’ thought Natasha.
‘Ouch, I hate cramping. It hurts. One too many butterflies fluttering in my belly today!’, Natasha continued thinking.
‘So, we have the sales from last quarter in this slide…’, her boss was explaining when she felt another pinching pain.
‘What is wrong today?’ wondered Natasha, and just then she realized something. This was not pain. It was her child kicking. Her child was awake and kicking in her womb and she felt it for the first time. First kicks!
How long she had waited for this moment to feel the first signs of her child playing. The surge of emotions took her by surprise and she exclaimed aloud,’Wow!’
‘Are you alright Natasha?’, asked her boss.
‘Nothing’ replied Natasha and she felt her child kick more prominently.
‘It can be a figment of my imagination. But, every time my boss talks about numbers my kid is kicking more. I might be giving birth to a mathematician’,murmured Natasha.
The whole meeting went in a jiffy with Natasha trying to concentrate between the presentation and the baby kicks. She could not wait to reach home and share the wonderful news with Ananth and feel the baby kick once more.
——-To be contd.——–
I am participating in #AtoZChallenge and this is the fourteenth part of the series that I will be writing this month. You can read my theme reveal here. Tune in tomorrow to read what future holds for them.
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