He kept kicking her. Yet she waited for his kicks gathering strength.
She struggled to get on. But her love for him kept growing.
And then, one day at the end of a painful scream, she held him in her arms as she met her precious little kicker for the first time.
I am starting off with a weekly series of Five Sentence Fiction every Tuesday here. The above story is written for the prompt LOVE. Feel free to join me with your Five Sentence Fiction using Love as prompt in the comments. I would love to read yours.