"Can I sit on your lap?"
I laugh. There isn't much of a lap there anymore. "Maybe sit next to me?" I suggest.
She sits as close as she can get, grabbing my arm and wrapping it around her little body and snuggling herself in.
Since she was a baby she has fought my cuddles, so I sit there for a moment just watching her.
"Mum! Start reading!" She gets impatient with me, and I want to tell her how special she is, how much I love her, and exactly how I'm feeling right now.
The words are there, but they sound too small. So I cuddle her in a little closer and I start reading the story.
Her little hand comes to rest on my stomach, so she can feel if the baby moves.
It does, and she presses a bit harder to feel the little rolls and kicks.
I keep thinking that our days won't be for two much longer. Soon they'll be for three. But in a sense, it's already that way.