Thanks Julia at http://www.juliasplace.org.uk for this prompt this week.
…this time next year…
She rubbed her belly, once so flat, rounded now by the life inside. Stretched, her back aching with the extra weight she carried in front.
“Mommy, up. Up.” Stevie held out his arms, wanting to be picked up. She settled him on her hip, arranging him around the bump.
The phone rang. She smiled. “Yes, your son is fine. Yes, he’s moving. Now get off the phone and go to work. Love you too. Bye.”
She rubbed her belly again. This time next year, her twin sister would finally have the baby she couldn’t carry herself.