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I hang up.
“I’mfine, Sport.” Scarlett rises from the couch. “You’re overreacting. Go back to work.” She grabs her bag. “I’ll get something to eat, okay?”
“Damn right you will.” After shutting off my computer, I walk over to her. “I’m taking you home.”
“I’m going back to my office. I’ve got work to do.” She starts toward the door.
I ignore her and follow.
“Crew. I mean it.”
“So do I.”
“I amnotgoing home!”
“Yes, youare. There’s stubborn, and then there’s reckless. You’re pregnant, Red. You can’t keep acting like you’re not. You need food and rest.”
Her eyes flash. “There’s annoying, and then there’s overbearing asshole. Want to know which one you are?”
She strides out of my office without telling me the answer, but I’m betting I could guess right.
I follow her down the hallway. More like chase, really. Scarlett’s a lot faster on heels than I’m expecting.
She reaches the elevator and jabs at the button, then looks over at me with a sigh. “It’s just a couple of meetings. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t find sitting in meetings all that strenuous.”
“It’s alsonotresting.”
She looks around and lowers her voice. “The doctor said I was fine to keep working.”
“I’m betting you didn’t mention fourteen-hour days and forgetting to eat were part of what you consider working during your last check-up.” I went to Scarlett’s first appointment with her—when the doctor officially confirmed she’s pregnant—but I was in London last week and missed her second one.
“I didn’t see any reason to.”
I rake a hand through my hair in frustration. “How about because your husband and father of your child told you to?”
“Wouldyougo home in the middle of the day?” she asks me.
“That’s a ridiculous hypothetical.”
“Because we both know you wouldn’t?”
“No, becauseyouare the one who is pregnant!”
“Once we’re two separate entities, feel free to co-parent to your heart’s content.”
I step closer, tilting her head up so she has to meet my gaze. “I can’t change the way biology works, baby.”
She sighs. “I’ll eat lunch, I promise. And if I start to not feel well, I’ll try to leave the magazine early, okay? I’ve got to approve the proofs for the next issue.”
“Scarlett…”
“I know you’re worried. I feel completely fine now, though. There’s a lot I need to get done while I still can.”
“You need to hire more people,” I tell her.
Scarlett seems to handle the amount of responsibility that would usually be divided among four people. She’s a perfectionist and a control freak.
“I know.”
