Nolen is six today. Even at this age, his characteristic scowl is still down pat; he looks exceptionally upset, the look worsening when his mother beckons him over.

“Darling,” she calls, her hands resting affectionately at the bump protruding from her abdomen, “come feel your sister kicking.”

The expression intensifies and Nolen, difficult even at six, crosses his arms firmly across his chest. His mother hasn’t even wished him a happy birthday today. Instead, she’s focused only on her new bundle of joy, leaving Nolen feeling neglected and distraught. He pouts as he crosses the living room, nose crinkled in distaste. I’ve never felt her kick before, he thinks and suddenly, upset fades into curiosity. It is his birthday, after all. He wonders if she just wants out to say hello.

Gingerly, Nolen’s hands press against his mother’s stomach; for once, Jacquelene looks rather pleased at Nolen’s presence. He’s too young to notice – instead, his expression has widened into wonder, his eyes darting from his mother to her abdomen, and back again.

“Whoa,” he murmurs, mystified and curious. Suddenly, all he wants is to meet her. His birthday is long forgotten.