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Rowan watched him with a curious little smile, her gaze softening as he seemed quizzical for a moment but then reacted to the child's strike. It was not perfect, after all, but it was a true strike and it was a strong one and as much as she was growing exhausted by these little kicks she was equally enamored by them. "At least two." She'd heard distinct voices, and one of them sounded a little more masculine. "I've heard them," She admitted quietly and she wondered what he would think of her then. 

Rowan chewed the inside of her lip for a moment, a small smile on her face. "I'm nervous but excited. I don't feel like there will be much longer left." She said evenly. She felt in the weeks to come her pregnancy would come to an end.