Meichel picked up his hand and placed it on her stomach, he felt the kick, then another and another. Minutes passed it was almost as if he was in amazement with the simultaneous rhythm, his soon to be son was now making. He slowly put his hand down as the over whelming joy spread through his whole body. He no longer wanted to kill Sara’Fe all he could do at that very moment was to kiss her. He kissed her so passionately, this kiss healed more passion then all of his other kisses did when conceiving their child. The shock at the intensity of his kiss and care over took Sara’Fe. She had finally come to terms with the fact that Meichel is not going to be the dead beat father everyone and her thought he would be. Instead he will take pride in their son and be the best father that he knows how to be.