by Serena Vale
“You think listening to the real thing will help the baby pick up on something that you’ve missed?” he asked.
She gave a short nod. “You know how they say if you start speaking a second language around a child at a young age that they pick it up easier? Well, I’m hoping that she’ll develop an ear for whale song and well…”
She didn’t need to explain anymore. He understood her point.
“You’ll crack it someday, you know. The baby will help.”
She squeezed his hand. “Always the optimist, aren’t you?”
“I have to be. I believe in giving things a chance.”
She kissed him for that.
“Don’t be up here too long,” he said, giving her hand a final squeeze.
She nodded and watched him as he disappeared back below deck. She smiled again, having the weather deck to herself once again. It was just her and the sea, and the unborn child in her belly.
She closed her eyes and went back to listening to the sounds of the water.
The End
