From Butterflies to Bunnies & Everything Between
“I don’t… understand.”
They were seated at the kitchen table — Hopper reading the paper, with a cup of steaming coffee in front of him, and El was perched in the next chair, accompanied by an abandoned book.
Hopper turned. “Understand what, kid?”
She didn’t know how to express it. And for some reason her cheeks were burning. How could she…?
El pointed to her abdomen.
Hopper’s eyebrows scrunched together. “Your stomach? What about it?”
“It…” words failed to come to her, and so she gestured vaguely with her fingers.
Hopper stared blankly, until it seemed to occur to him what she meant. “Butterflies?”