Willow pressed her hand lightly to her stomach, the faintest groan slipping out of her when the baby shifted. It wasn't loud, barely more than a small whisper of discomfort, but Zane heard it immediately and turned toward her with a startled look, as if the sound had reached into him and tugged something he hadn't realized was frayed. He straightened almost imperceptibly, every protective instinct rising to the surface in one quiet movement.
"You hungry?" he asked, trying for casual, though the concern seeped through his voice despite his effort to mask it.
